the only thing worse
than bad memories
is no memories at all..
[dismemberment plan]
5.06.2005
Sex, Sushi, and Champagne.
In preparation for an interview (which I will go into greater detail at a later date), an esteemed colleague of mine and I held a rather successful photo shoot.
I haven't had an all pictures post since March of 2002 (the photos no longer even show up -- I was still using shitty free webspace), so here are a few fruits of our labor.
In other news, I'm sure you will all be delighted to hear that my mom is still completely crazy and a dirty immigrant. She uses her old country guilt tactics on me to make me feel like a complete colostomy bag of shit.
I have final exams on Monday and Tuesday, the two days that fall directly after Mother's Day. I felt bad enough knowing that I wouldn't be able to cut into valuable study (re: drinking) time by going home; plus, I'd want to celebrate a day in honor of my mom when I'm not all riled up with stress.
She called me all day today, even though I tried avoiding her phone calls. On call #7 I picked up.
"Yaejina, it okay to stay at school for study. You get all A, yes? You no fail class, okay? Do not worry. Everyday is Mother's Day okay, Yaejina?" "Aww, Mom.." "You got card for Umma right?" "Yeahhhhh.." (I didn't..) "Yah! You even remember our home address?" "MO-OOOOM.." "Okay okay. You come home for summer? You spend summer with Umma okay? ... You hang out with Umma FOR LAST TIME."
Now what in the hell did she mean by that? "For last time?" What the fuck?
[Peek-a-Foo]
