Ranting

Dammit, I've been thinking about my credit card bill. It's been outta control ever since I got this shitty retail job and I started buying things I don't need. I mean, I used to have serious standards! I tried hard NOT to be a mindless consumer. But I think coming back to America and getting myself going has been so scary to me at times, that I just bought stuff to make myself feel better. And especially while working with such image-conscious gals, it just seemed like the thing to do a lot of the time. So coming home tonight I piled up over $300 worth of stuff THAT STILL HAS THEIR TAGS ON THEM and is completely unused, and I'm returning it all. That's right folks, this is anal expulsivism at its finest. But it'll clear my conscience and work my credit card bill down to a nice respectable amount able to be paid off by the time we get the republicans out of the White House.

Fuck middle America!
Fuck complacency!
And do the James Brown, dammit!

Philosophical Procrastination

Well, I'm in the middle of putting together a job application for teaching up at the local community college. I've passed through the first phase, where a computer checks to see that I really went to graduate school and studied some appropriate classes, and now it's time to write a few things and hope that they like me. Oh, what is it about looking for a job that sends me on a one-way trip to Panic City!?! I suppose if I didn't care so much about getting this job, I wouldn't freak like I do. Or overthink my life to try to plan out other acceptable ways to make some moola and get the heck outta my parents' house. (Which by the way is so nice....I'm often shocked.) Oh, heartburn, up yours!

Caffine-Induced Smiles

How much do I love having a nice cup o coffee, and seeing that my friends have posted great pictures on their blogs??? Thanks are in order for Leonie and Sandy for for putting up great photos of their families and allowing me to transport myself to Taichung and Oz before I have to go to dreary work. Oh, and downloading a few kickass 5.6.7.8's tunes this morning doesn't hurt the mood at all.

Gracias! De Nalgas~~

Mucho thanks to Steph (you will rawk!) for doing my hair last week! I've gotten so many complements on how cool it looks. And I figured a photo of me wasn't too scary to put up, considering all other photos have been of either my dog or Bootsy Collins. Things are pretty slow in Texas in the winter. No one goes outside, especially on a day like yesterday, where two flakes of snow actually fell from the sky. Then melted on my coat.

Strap on that Jammy Pac

Today started as a most awful day. I had to go to Plano (land of the cinnamon girl) to work inside of a mall. Dammit, there are some days that your shitty retail job just slaps you in the face. Like when you enter into the monolith shopping mall to "She Drives Me Crazy" by the Fine Young Cannibals. Nothing says complete-lack-of-original-thought like that song. That being done, I had to fight with a vacuum cleaner for a good chunk of the morning. Now this vacuum cleaner is not your average thing with wheels that scares your pets. This one you wear strapped to your back in some ergonomic velcro thing, and you look like a Ghostbuster. Me, I dragged it along the floor, where it started to vibrate and bounce while I was trying to use it. It takes some skill to clean up dustbunnies while your vacuum is jumping two feet off the ground.

On the way home, I was saved by a Jin Ju Nai Cha place! Even though I almost got in two car accidents getting there, it was worth it to chew out my frustration on some tapioca nugs. And it kinda made me think.....on this grey gloomy day, something I learned to love in Taiwan cheered me up. Never would have guessed that while I was living there! I truly think there is some kind of magnetism to Asia, and if you feel it, you'll always be pulled in that direction. Even now, trying to find my place in the metroplex, I still dream of the next time I can find a legit reason to get my ass back to Taiwan, Japan, or anyplace I went while living in Asia. Someday that rubberband will -ho, snap! me back.

Forgot to mention...

I got some lovely emails from the land down under (where women glow and men plunder?) and it has occurred to me that I forgot to mention the fact that I'm not going back to Taiwan. Even though I think it'd be fun and lovely, I kinda feel like I need to at least give things a chance here in Texas. Last year, the big bad luck year, was a rollercoaster. And this year I'm hoping to take things a little more slowly and try to settle in to Texas a bit more. Does this mean I'll be buying a pair of cowboy boots?? Probably so, y'all.