January 2011
December 2010
I don’t believe in New Years resolutions, rather New Years improvements. With that said, I would like to improve my living by being more healthy and being consistent with a healthy lifestyle, whether it may be eating or exercising. God knows I wanna put this old bulimic bullshit in the past, it would be a shame if I start going back to my bad habits. I’ll make it a progressive commitment.
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I’ve heard it all before, “You’re Vietnamese? You don’t look like it.” and my absolute favorite, ”You don’t talk Asian.” Sometimes I really don’t know how to answer these questions, and sometimes, I question the severity of peoples stupidity. I fucking get it already. I’m aware that I don’t talk with a squeaky, high-pitched voice. I’m aware that I don’t look like the “typical Asian.” I’m aware that I don’t “fit in” among other Asian cliques. I’m aware that my body isn’t usually what an “Asian body looks like.” I’m aware that I’m different, and to be completely honest, I’m glad I am. I’m glad that I can be distinguished among a sea of other people. I’m glad that I can never fit in. Because that’s really the last thing I want to do.
I think this is the reason why I’ve been in a good mood today. Because I don’t have to wear a lot of clothes? Yes, exactly that. I like the fact that nobody is at home and I have the opportunity to do this. I don’t give a fuck if my neighbors see me, I’m in my own damn house and I’m not bothering anybody with my partial nudity.
I’m gonna go open the curtains and make some eggs now.
because although we may look fragile, the ability to make a man go nuts is in our hands. When you snap at us, don’t think for a second that we won’t retaliate.
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
And, fuck you.
I’m sorry if I was a bit rude towards you, but your attempt to hit on me and get my number wasn’t the best way to get my attention. You can’t just expect me to lock in with your gaze and think that you’ll easily get my number by saying some cheap one-liner. I make it a priority to stay away from dudes who begin conversations with, “Damn!” Besides, I am unavailable.
Sincerely,
Too Busy To Notice You
Excuse me, I’m just on some man-hating tirade right about now.