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it's been interesting living life as a mute, or "stripped of my power" as Saab would say as he cackles like the new gay superhero villian that humps the counters at work that he is...so in hot pursuit by the flipboyz...look out! new west in the house! fags AND hags reside there...

last wednesday, i got a pleasant surprise at the gym, when i spot a boy wearing the vietnamese flag on this torso, and when i asked him about it, i found out that i had known him since vic days...and we got all caught up and i didn't realize that he came into my lane in the pool as i sped competitively past him...we went to the alibi room and shared a wonderfull meal and convos, and we were so excited to hook eachother up respectively, and then so disappointed that we totally did not know eachother's type. he took me to his place on main and hastings, and i will refer to him as Wayson, for his hood...not his ethnicity. i fell in love with the suite, and after we rated some poo, he sent me off into the night armed with his borrowed copy of adaptation (it's awesome..."you are what you love, not what loves you", again, more neurosis and insecure writers...gets me every time.

i was solo in attendance to the thursday afternoon showing of i heart huckabees and it was soo great! afterwards, i felt lighthearted and giggly, like i did when i was with diddy, psych! kanye...almost bought some sick red, patent leather shoes, but showed some self-restraint and got my butt on the bus to teach.

friday, i had plans to meet with UVSS-Queen to peep the new Ocean's flick. twelve minutes before that, i ran into G-nius in the used cd store, and we reminisced a bit, and copped the Outkast double for ten bucks. (listening to it, i realize that i don't love andre3000 that much, he seems like kinda an asshole...but i DO feel big boi...) i also got the les nubians second joint that i've been waiting on and tony rich's 3rd..but i think there's a reason that i didn't even know that existed. Super Know-a shows up with burned roots (illadelph, live, and organix, as well as bizarre ride) and i tell him how excited i am that oscar peterson is Canadian.

next up is the party of celebrating the fruits of MamaB's loins and drinking absynthe, which burns to the point of having to be nursed by brie...been following the bears' advice and hibernating furiously, and cleaning for the arrival of ms.t tomorrow...so many shoes and sushi, so little time...all4now.

hello werld. it's been an unexpected rip-roaring good time the past couple of days. yesterday, whilst at work, another celebrity sighting! (first since Gena Lee Nolan) at first I didn't believe, but Saab spotted him, and we got confirmation that it was indeed Kal Penn, and I spoke a few words with him, sold him a scarf, got a photo (which will be posted on the ol' friendster with the caption.."out with Kanye, in with Kumar"..stay tuned) and he wouldn't show me his liscence because he thought I would stalk him in LA, then got affronted that I wouldn't.

I had to hustle around buying plates and bagging plastic cubes for the par-tay, and go home and get pretty, couldn't really get my hair any bigger..seriously considering a weave.

it was nice to be the most fabulousest folks at the staff party, and entertaining to see the imaginative outfits come from Robson Street, though Rat was sporting his new "serial killer" look, yikes. the most fabulousest individual, the one that I was waiting to meet (all my life it seems) was Pocahontas, Queen of Metrotown. He had dem moves that were making my knees turn to jelly...and it wasn't long before we were cutting a rug up the entire nite. I have never met anyone who could keep up with me on the floor, let alone show me up, but madd props due! it was like we were destined to dance together, and I got my chance to have my Shall We Dance moments, complete with coordinated motions (that we didn't plan at all) and lifts and twirls...the music was good as well, i got to dance with this divine bi boy (he made no qualms about his desires and actualities to tongue lash Saab in the bathroom) to PYT, Erotic City, Atomic Dog, Poison (by BBD) and the evening ended with us spinning so fast we fell to the ground to Al Green. (sigh) I didn't think I could be so fulfilled. well, the universe sends us angels at strange times...and we will live forever. all4now.

the best lyric to come outta g-unit since "u know i love ya like a fat kid love cake", anyways...yellow world! how ill is the new nas double?! i spent my last mentos...after i threw my glove at the listening post at virgin because of this: "this ain't fitty, this ain't jigga, this ain't diddy, this ain't pretty" in-freakin'-deed.

well, it's been exciting peoples. i almost broke my lease again to live beyond my means in a beautiful hardwood floor big space bach on 16th and Cambie...grrrr...but i have to be patient and work some more shit out before i move. getting a keyboard/drum kit is in the works though, to fuel my song-writing frenzy...yep. i gotta new one called "still", and it's pretty....ill! like matic, nasir, nas, son of god...

so, after a moment of weakness on wednesday after yoga (i always feel so open after) and getting a lil' excited after reading lesbian erotica and knitting, i broke down and called...kanye, i know i'm selfish..and got the ol' screen, so felt dumb, but better after talking to mizt about her moral dilemma. (which gave me a total boner while walking thru oakridge mall) cured it by going to double billed Dirty Shame and Napoleon Dynamite and convincing BillyBob to buy me fries and pies, quizzed the McDick's Pinoy employs about their talking garbage can/surveillance device and washed windshields of this guy's pickup truck whilst waiting for the bus.

thursday after causing a stir at the studio with my socks (u friendsters know the ones) i met up with Saab to lift my water and go overboard buying happy planet green juice. we hooked up with the xchange students for the last nite in the lada (did i spell that right?) and saw a repeat of "Shania" and some Bette Midler. at the Dufferin hotel and nursed shirley temples..giggled profusely as the dqueens kept making a point of how much the girl in the front row liked "big cock"...she didn't understand the ol' english, so she nodded along...hilarious! she figured out what it was when we moved along to Shower Power at the Odyssey, to this moment, I still have the image burned into my memory of that cat "tick tock"ing his large member in time to gwen stefani...we met up with Geri as we were leaving, and Dennis Rodman called me Britney Spears..sometimes, i hate how bitchy gay men can be, but they never fail to appreciate the chanel shades...especially Boyana....all4now, gotta go promote sweatiness at work.

so, i've thought a lot about that book "maybe he's just not that into you" and sure, it's a reality check and all that, and it's true, but it still leaves all the power in the guys' hands to go out and pick the ones that they're "really into" and you have to sit back and chill until he comes along..BULLSHIT. what i think i should do is write a book called "maybe he's just not good enough for you" because if you think back on all those that you have dated, well, chances are, you're not still together because, he just wasn't good enough. he wasn't right for you, he didn't compliment your lifestyle or goals, or his dumbass just couldn't realize what he had...

i'm tired of crying over "bad timing" and i will not repeat my mistakes with Satan (who is incidently single again...maybe Horses do have fleeting short term intense luvaffairs after all) and once again, gotta shoutout the ol' friendster as my info source. i still miss kanye, but hey, the reality is that he's not good for me as a partner, maybe as a part-time lover, but sign, seal and deliver this: he has a lifestyle that does not compliment the ribbon in the sky i run towards. call me superstitious, but i really feel that i am that girl who thinks that she's so fine...and i will not settle anymore. period. i would like it if we could be friends, marking the first time that was ever possible with someone who i have been with, but we'll see.

i'm juggling my roster of fabulous eccentric japanese women...starting with "Brenda" (she was named that by her Korean friend "Brandon" because he was lonely with the only English name) who I hooked up with last nite for some shopping and vietnamese food and convo about her nursing and jetsetting to Dubai and Fiji (jelly donuts here, large, strawberry filled ones) and i dragged her to see Shall We Dance, because I love me some JLO! it inspired me to cut my shirts up and be extra diva like in hip hop class tonite.

Earlier, i met with Hurricane, who is my projection of myself in 30 years, and we had a fabulous time at the all you can eat sushi/korean food on kingsway. I finally got to Lewiscraft in Metro, but I got some snobbery about not keeping the label of my yarn...grrr...but i made it up to myself with some booty-full new boycut briefs from AE (my fave).

So, in conclusion, if a guy ever sets you up from the beginning, comes at you with all the baggage and reasons why "he's not good enough", don't ignore it, listen, and don't settle. conversely, if he's a pompous prick who has to constantly put you in your place on the first date...also make like jackie joyner kersey and leave. to quote track 6 on the first solo album: "i've been thinking maybe he's not..." and on that note, this girl will be rollin' solo for some time, as to not repeat the mistakes of last year, overzealously settling for the first everything (job, apartment, guy) that came into my life as i moved back here..all until shower power....pieces.