I will come up with a really good title for this...

I will floss everynight, and eat my flaxseed oil pill everyday, and put eggs plus olive oil in my hair twice a week to prevent the massive hair loss, and eventually get laser for hair removal...and I will start to balance my checkbook every day and work out at the gym in the mornings so conviniently located downstairs from my work, will send a post card to Tanya in Chicago to be responsive to her postcards, and will clean the back of my car, and don't let paper clutter take over my entire being, and I will be more organized one day and I will buy house by the time i am 33...and i will read all the books l ever bought and did not read, and I will even read that bestseller on the market right now called "How to break away from Dysfunctional Parents"...except their meaning of dysfunctional will be much different than mine but I will try to figure out the difference and apply it...I will I will I willl I will...

310

Pat at the flower shop asked me if i was coming all the way from LA to Orange to take a flower class....yeah right? what is she smoking? "no, i used to live there and haven't changed my number yet///" I used to say that I will never change from 310...there is absolutely no class in having any other digits in your number but anything is possible these days...i saw T tonight and we were hanging out like good times...she made me nostalgic of the days i had grandious plans like going to DC and getting a grandious job and runnin into Senators in the subway, now i am in OC instead and i have to run into those who went to Western State...Had i gone to DC, i would have changed my area code for sure. What happened to me?

Yung

Finally, I had gotten used to her...it took me so long to find one I can go to and be a regular...i think i must have gone to three or four or five different ones first. Tustin Ranch, Right accross from work...Irvine...till i found her on Tustin Ave. Finally, i feeling at ease with her, her prices, her smile. I think we had our moment the day i rushed in there with coffee all over my suit, changed in her cluset and wore my dry-cleaned suit which was already sitting there ready to be picked up...she was laughing at first. Thank God i thought. Was i on my way to court? don't remember but i did panic for a while and yet she was smiling...she always has her lipstick on and gets there at 7:30 a.m., way earlier than i can get myself to work...finally...why do we get attached to such small matters?

But today i realized our relationship may end soon since she will no longer be on my way to work and back to home...b/c home is changing AGAIN. Now i have to find another dry clean lady or even guy to trust. All that time and investment...so today went i went to drop off my shit, i asked her name so i can remember who she was...she said "Yung".

keyboard pwr

I turned the damn thing right before i got into the shower thinking i was done for the day...i come out and i look at it and it's sitting here soundless...and i think maybe there is another e-mail i need to read or send or another 45 junk e-mails i need to still erase from my hotmail account, something i need to do that requires tappping at the keyboard...i am not done with it, so i turn it back on...i start typing...there is something powerful about tapping at the keyboard...it's like accomplishing something even though u could be writing the most BS of your life...but you are still creating...words...words that might mean something to someone...maybe there is some last minute letter i can write to someone and get something done with it...

but instead i just write on this blog...who came up with that word anyway? the problem with blogging is that i have resist the urge to edit it...today I edited my boss's letter, there were three typos in it. At first, i resisted it telling myself that he is my boss and pays my paycheck so i should not correct his stupid typos but then i couldn't control myself so i went ahead and did it and gave it to him...he looked at me and said "but you are the associate and i am the partner" then of course he said he was joking...i said i know but i can't help it for the life of me...it's what i get paid for to do...just like Prof. Van Blum said once "Words are your tools, they are your sword, they the sthatiscope of a lawyer..that's all you have to fight with". Thus, i write.