My Life is Like a Fart

A man with a heavy (Eastern?) European accent started speaking Chinese to me at work.  At first I thought I just couldn't understand him because of his accent, but then he said "Maybe you are Chinese?"  I said no, which prompted him to say something in Japanese.  Again I said, "I'm sorry, what did you say?"  To which he answered, "Maybe you are Japanese?"  WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE!?!?!!

My feet hurt a little bit extra today.  I had such a hard time waking up.  I haven't worked the early morning shift in quite a while.  Terdsgiving is in a couple days.  I think I will celebrate by collecting a few things from storage, such as my wok, eat some shin ramen and perhaps try to make something chinesy.

I need to be working on things...but the draw of Professor Blastoff and dribbling on this blog has distracted me enough to not want to do anything.  My roommates are listening/watching a CRAZY loud movie.  Something violent I think, I hear a lot of screaming ladies every now and then.  I await the day I can move in with a roommate I actually know/like who will let my Louis live with us.  And the peasants will rejoice.

I don't know why, but I feel incredibly nervous about applying for a job that I was rejected from a few months ago.  I guess the worst that could happen is...not getting the job again which leaves me in the same place I am now.  Nothing better, nothing worse.  I wish I knew what I was doing wrong so I could fix it and get to getting.  BOLOGNA!

I can't decide which haircut to get.  These are the two I'm trying to choose from...do I want bangs or more of a side swoopy biz?  Question of the year.