=)

i'm hungey... 

i'm in it.

in lighter news, it's official: i will be on the sandy beaches of hawaii in less than 2 wks...=)  signed the rental papers and everything. it's my first time, so i'm open to suggestions! 

worst friday ever!

i h8 work

i h8 work

i h8 work

i h8 work

oh- and yes, i h8 work.

my sole consolation being the warm sandy beaches of hawaii in 2 wks.....hopefully.

out of all those pix, this is really the only one i can post...cuz you kno wut they say, what happens in vegas, stays in vegas. so too bad suckas! thanks to tobes for the pic.

i can't wait for beer and burgers tonite....mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. =P

went to the beach on sat. my back is on fire.

tip of the day: never use the korean loofah towel in the shower when you are sunburnt.

jimmy's lil poem was enuf to end my xanga hiatus and blog from work *gasp!* :

Alen, you the man! 

Chris does the running-man. 

Heidy and Liz are looking for men, 

But Jason got old woman instead. 

Kristen in dress shirt appeals to men, 

Grant has punk hair after getting out of the bed,

Andy is noodle boy when he had noodle in his head.

We found out June likes Capri pants,

Tobi can’t sleep because she gets elbowed by her man,

and Justin can body slam like no one else can.

that was our trip in a nutshell...the g-rated version anyways.

it was a freakin blast...but way too short. 

anyhoo, more on the trip later...my work ain't gonna do itself.

p.s.- craps IS the crack of gambling!!!! and my new #1 table to play.

rushed home today to do my laundry...sorted my shit and got it all
ready by 730pm (last wash at 8pm).  searched and searched and
searched for my laundry card, but couldnt find it! where the fuk was
it??? oh that's right...lodged somewhere in one of the boxes i already
packed away. me so smart...

there is no fury like one derived from watching a hopeless game on
tv.  the kind where the team ur vested in is playing so sorry u
cringe in disgust and the frustration builds up in your stomach and
chest but u can't do a damn thing about it, which of course ticks u off
even more.  i tend to hold it in until it boils over and i shout
expletives and flail my arms up in the air in furious
exasperation.  i swear in some ways it's worse than being royally
screwed over by someone- cuz at least ur rage is warranted and directed
at a real culprit...instead of yelling at stupid figures in the tv like
an idiot.

i have to leave for the airport in 6 hours. of course i spent the last couple hours packing...just not for this trip. SO smart.

i need a serious attitude adjustment. i can't continue to go thru life
making such wise decisions. either that or quit killin all my brain
cells.  What do do????

it feels good to be responsible. i refrained from partaking in another
nite of debauchery last nite to stay home and pack. it took alot of
willpower to do so, but i'm very glad i did.  i packed all of,
um....4 boxes. but hey, gotta start somewhere.  the upside was
that i did not wake up hungova and hating life. which meant today was
up for the taking...

first up: brunch w/ v and ki.  4 bloody marys and 1.333 entrees later, life was good
(even better cuz stupid kobe lost, hahahha)
2 hours later: corner bistro to celebrate naomo's new job!

holy crap these burgers were good. mmmmm....bacon.

yes!

*sigh* so beautiful....

naomo's                                                   
a                                                      
success!!!!

yay!

9:30am- late to work
11:30am- left work
12:30pm- checkin emails for work
and still HURTIN like a biatch.
i dun even know how the hell i made it to work in the first place.
i h8 so many ppl right now, like the FUKER above me blasting his music. i need a shotgun.