where does snot come from? i know, i know, that is a gross question. but we have all thought about it. it just keeps coming out. well, now i have grossed myself out.
you know when i started this here blog thingy, i should have investigated how to add photos. because i have no idea. not a clue. and i bet half of the stuff i write would be better explained in photos. i am just sayin'.
and something else i haven't discussed in awhile...
toliets.
in korea you go from a squatty potty, to a spaceship contraption. the toliet seat is heated for one thing. warm tushy anyone? and there are controls for a bidet type action. rinsing and drying. i just can't make myself use this feature. the boys on tour swear that it is the best invention. i have to disagree. there are a lot of new experiences i have had on this tour, but i will not use the toliet bidet feature. and you can't make me. so there.
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Monday, March 31, 2008
planes
when staying in daegu, south korea, try not to stay near the air force base. planes take off in 4's. oh my god, they are so loud. it is truly deafening. i wouldn't mind so much, if i could see them, but my room is in the back of the hotel.
and a large shirt here, is like a small in the states. today was a great shopping day.
smell that, that's sarcasm.
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and a large shirt here, is like a small in the states. today was a great shopping day.
smell that, that's sarcasm.
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Sunday, March 30, 2008
my rant
hello friends,
so do you ever have those days, when you wonder why you picked your career or your friends? well today is my day. having decided to look nice for work, because i feel like shit, because i have a cold, i was promptly insulted. i was asked, in my flowey, hippy shirt, if i was hiding some thing under it. for the record i have not had sex in a long time, and i have also lost 30 lbs. on this jaunt thru asia. fuck you. (sorry mom). and then was told my best side was my back for a photo. listen here all you bitches. i am getting paid a shit-ton of money, and i look fabulous, so back off. i have struggled for years to get where i am today, and i am proud of myself. if you are jealous, get over it, and shut the fuck up. and don't waste your breath on me. i am so frustrated that my so called "friends" can't be nice. i do not expect any type of praise for anything i do. i do expect an a certain amount of respect not only pertaining to my job, but also as a human being. if you can't give that to me, than refrain from speaking to me or even glancing my way. i have enough friends, i need no more. and if you think for a second i give a shit about your petty ramblings, you have another thing coming. leave me alone, do your damn job, and shut the fuck up.
deep breath...
on a lighter, less angry note, i have twins in my future. and sometime soon i will be going back to the states. Japan was freaking cool. korea is a wonderful place. stay the hell out of china. just sayin'.
AND when sitting in your hotel chair at the GS PLAZA hotel in daegu, korea, be very careful. i have an inch long splinter in the depths of my calf. i am trying to decide whether to dig it out myself, or go to the hospital. yea me...
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so do you ever have those days, when you wonder why you picked your career or your friends? well today is my day. having decided to look nice for work, because i feel like shit, because i have a cold, i was promptly insulted. i was asked, in my flowey, hippy shirt, if i was hiding some thing under it. for the record i have not had sex in a long time, and i have also lost 30 lbs. on this jaunt thru asia. fuck you. (sorry mom). and then was told my best side was my back for a photo. listen here all you bitches. i am getting paid a shit-ton of money, and i look fabulous, so back off. i have struggled for years to get where i am today, and i am proud of myself. if you are jealous, get over it, and shut the fuck up. and don't waste your breath on me. i am so frustrated that my so called "friends" can't be nice. i do not expect any type of praise for anything i do. i do expect an a certain amount of respect not only pertaining to my job, but also as a human being. if you can't give that to me, than refrain from speaking to me or even glancing my way. i have enough friends, i need no more. and if you think for a second i give a shit about your petty ramblings, you have another thing coming. leave me alone, do your damn job, and shut the fuck up.
deep breath...
on a lighter, less angry note, i have twins in my future. and sometime soon i will be going back to the states. Japan was freaking cool. korea is a wonderful place. stay the hell out of china. just sayin'.
AND when sitting in your hotel chair at the GS PLAZA hotel in daegu, korea, be very careful. i have an inch long splinter in the depths of my calf. i am trying to decide whether to dig it out myself, or go to the hospital. yea me...
keep reading...
Saturday, March 8, 2008
random
our stage manager is leaving...
guess who got a promotion...
god, please help me not screw this up.
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guess who got a promotion...
god, please help me not screw this up.
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Sunday, March 2, 2008
travel
out of seoul- check
into daejeon- check
flying off to japan tomorrow for less then 12 hours for a visa...
this is my job, and i get paid for this shit. and we all know i WILL find the starbucks in japan...
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into daejeon- check
flying off to japan tomorrow for less then 12 hours for a visa...
this is my job, and i get paid for this shit. and we all know i WILL find the starbucks in japan...
keep reading...
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