“Make it sweet or I’ll cut you.”
This morning, I got up bright and early to take the boyf to the dentist’s office. Why, you ask? The dreaded WISDOM TEEF EXTRACTION OMG SO SCURRY. He was srsly giving himself an anxiety attack for the entire week with the non-stop googling of horror stories. You know, the usual hypochondriac behavior…
NB4R, I know this is a really stressful experience. I myself was freaking out when I had mine done a couple years ago, but I kept telling him it’s never as bad as it seems. I remember sitting in the chair hearing my dentist saying I was going to start to feel drowsy, and then the next thing I knew I was sitting on my friend’s couch wondering how the heck I teleported there. I didn’t have any swelling, my pain was next to nothing with all of the adult candy vicodin I was given, and I was completely back to normal within a few days.
The future hubby had it much worse, unfortunately. His surgery took three hours because one tooth was severely impacted and another hadn’t even grown in yet. That resulted in a lot of extra effort (and bleeding), so I started to get antsy after 1.5 hours had passed. When they finally brought me to him after he had woken up, it was so sad slash hilarious. I felt so helpless and concerned hearing him moan/make funny noises with that IV coming out of his arm. But he was also so loopy that his mumblings weren’t making no kinda sense (“Ray, I don’t want to go get my wisdom teeth taken out!” - “But they’re already out, silly!”). He also kept asking where he was, where I was, and when we were going home every two minutes.
There’s maybe only one good thing that comes out of being in such a vulnerable position like that - your true feelings tend to come out (whether intended or not). The boyf’s first reaction upon seeing me after he woke up went something like this (translation in parentheses):
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BF: Rmmmphfh? (Ray?)
Me: I’m here, honey.
BF: *sigh of relief*
BF: *gesturing to his face*, *gesturing to his heart*, *pointing at me*
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I love you, too.
I was at my staff meeting just now and my co-worker had a big clear plastic cup full of water with a little slice of cake (with icing) at the bottom. And then she drank all the water and started playing with the cake with her straw.
At first I was like…
Then I looked at around at my other co-workers (thinking they’d be all ZOMGWTF like me)…
But nobody was showing any sort of surprise slash disgust so I thought maybe this is a thing(?) and I was all…
But afterwards I was like no, that is just weird. And groce. I MEAN.
What the DONG Gilt. I would like to know who spends over $100 bones on tragic flowy fashunz like these.
My Korean Deli
So my favorite runch place near my office is owned by this group of Koreans (DUHS OBVI AREN’T THEY ALL?), and I’ve developed quite the rapport with them over the years. They give me discounts on my per pound buffet binges (CUZ I’M SO FAT) and sometimes waive the fees on my miso soups and/or drinks.
Today, I had a rather hilarious slash uncomfortable exchange:
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Owner: Are you married? Do you have a girlfriend?
Me: No, I don’t have a girlfriend.
Owner: Well, she’s single! *pointing to 20-something Korean cashier girl*
Cashier Girl: 
Me: 
Other store staff: 
Korean celebration meal!
Can you believe the waiter threatened to cut me off after my fourth bowl of rice?? HOW VERY DARE HIM. ~__~
So this happened the other day on Craigslist, apparently. And since I didn’t see any other person (Asian, Black, White, Latino, Purple, or Alien) decked out in Oregon gear that night, well…process of elimination. -__-
Choronda, as well as my loving boyf/future hubby, have taken turns making fun of me for it. The latter actually said he was going to respond for giggles and be all like, “O HAI HERRO MY NAME IS LAY OTAY! ^_^” And then probably scare this person away with pictures of me eating all the things.
My internal response?
SUP DUDEBRO LET’S GO GRAB A BREWSKI AND WATCH SOME COLLEGE PIGSKIN & HOOPS MMM HMM YEAH BRAH slash HAHAHAHAHAHA NO SANKYOO OKAY BAI.
(Oh, but at least it’s not as bad as the soy sauce incident.)
Today in Beijing: Air pollution reached “so high compared with the standards set by the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency that it was listed as ‘beyond index’.”
O RRY, CHINA?? My gif reaction sequence:
Motownphilly - Boyz II Men
Can you believe these guys have been in the biz since 1991? *1991, y’all.* Dang that makes me feel ancient.
In any case, if you think these boyz men have lost a vocal step or two, just give their new album Twenty a listen. There aren’t a lot of folks in the industry that do R&B like this anymore.
They also give us a bunch of re-recorded nostalgic treats, like this jam that happened to be their very first single released 20 years ago. Let Shawn & Wanya add some crazy ad-libs, get Tim & Bob to spice up the production and beats a bit, and voila - you have a new and improved version of a timeless classic.
This Be Me
SHYOOT.
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