Hey Kids. Here's a preview of what you're about to read: shopping, musicals, dreams, humor, randomness, your mom. If any of that sounds interesting to you please read on, otherwise please leave because I'm not in a good mood.
Actually, I haven't been in a good mood for a while. I don't know if it's my "man-struation" cycle making me moody or if I'm depressed. I'd like to think I'm not depressed because when I see those anti-depressant medication commercials, I freak out.
Here's how I saw that: there's a blob with a face and a frown slowly moving around looking paranoid while a bird flies around it. Then it starts to rain because that's what happens when you're depressed. Then after the blob takes the medication a flower suddenly appears on the ground and the cloud goes poof and the bird reappears from behind it, which is to suggest that you might get hallucinations from being drugged. It's okay because you'll start to smile again, and be able to bounce around (even though you're a blob with no feet, but what isn't possible when you're high, right?).
Monday, November 16, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Diary Entry 11/09/09
This is how I intended this blog to be all along: as a personal diary with my thoughts and comments regarding pop culture on the side, or like an appetizer, but certainly not like the main course its been the past several weeks. Let me know if you miss it and I'll incorporate it more often. Otherwise I'll mostly post entries like they were from my diary. I chose to use the term diary because it's cuter than calling it a journal. Journals are too professional and I think a diary is like inviting someone into your home, which is what I want to do; so come on in, but don't touch anything. And take your shoes off because I'm Asian.
Dear Diary,
I hope you know how lucky you are to be an electronic medium because life is fucking stressful. It's like a really long movie that only you will watch. When you're dead. Okay, I'm not really that depressed, but life has been pretty hard to handle recently. I barely have time to watch episodes of my favorite shows on Hulu over the weekend. That's how bad it is.
Dear Diary,
I hope you know how lucky you are to be an electronic medium because life is fucking stressful. It's like a really long movie that only you will watch. When you're dead. Okay, I'm not really that depressed, but life has been pretty hard to handle recently. I barely have time to watch episodes of my favorite shows on Hulu over the weekend. That's how bad it is.
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