GRRRRRR

Ok, so you know how I'm usually happy and cheery and upbeat and shit? Yea. Things have recently changed. My blog, thus far, has had almost no shit-talking, and virtually no negativity. Here it comes (I'll try and keep it short):

So basically, my friends and I have been frequenting a lounge called "Bed". We have made friends with the bartenders and managers there, they LOVE us. One guy in particular, has taken an intense liking to me. So I've been hanging out with him, and kickin' it at his bar with him from time to time. I'm not really interested in anything but a friendship, so I think No big deal, riiiight?

Nuh-Uh. OF COURSE my negative ass aunt who I am living with thinks the absolute WORST of dude shes never even met AND the WORST of the situation. She basically has convinced herself that I am "dating" (*fucking*) a gangster bad boy who works at a bar. I'm sorry auntie, but you think THIS DUDE is a gangbanger? Good thing she hasn't met some of my friends!

I was fine with her being against our friendship until I get a call on my cell phone this morning at 2am while I'm out celebrating my friend Eddie's birthday, and who is it? MY MOM. My lovely aunt has phoned my mom to TELL ON ME which actually means my aunt is projecting these stories she's made up onto my mom. So of course my mom is freaking out and telling me I have to listen to my aunt and I need to stop partying so much because its making her high blood pressure go up even higher...blahblah...
The situation I am currently in is absolutley rediculous. I have 3 weeks left here, and I am basically guilt-tripped into:
A. Not kickin' it with dude AT ALL
B. Not partying AT ALL
C. LYING about my whereabouts if I do decide to go out

To make matters worse its like 100 f-ing degrees and sticky as hell and I just want to go home and get pushed into West Campus pool by the fine-ass lifeguards I work with.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

love always.

...take off all yo' clothes...

'Cuz it's hot as a mothaaaafucka out here. Its like 95 degrees during the day with 50-90% humidity which makes going outside unbearable. Its Saturday, and I am locked up in the house with the AC blasting, instead of outside roaming the city. I don't know if I could EVER get used to this climate...
oh! haha, wait! oh yea...... ITS GONNA RAIN TOMORROW!!!!
And I'm not talkin' about a complete climate change (hot and sticky to cold and rainy), oh no, Its gonna be hot and sticky and raining tomorrow. YAAAAAYY. ugh. Kudos to these people who can feeez with this weather, man.

So how do I stay cool besides sitting almost naked in my air-conditioned room?

BING.
"bing" in chinese means ice cold. It is also a well-loved desert here in Taiwan. Its basically shaved ice covered in condensed milk and brown sugar water with fruit and sorbet on top. This particular one has mango jelly, kiwi, strawberries and mango sorbet. It is a tantalizing, quenching treat on a hot day. There are many other fruit options, as well as red bean, a traditional treat here, but I like this combo the best.
If you are ever in Taiwan, check out Ice Monster on Yong Kang st.

Gotta go take a cool shower now, I'm sticky.....again.

love always.

I dont like many animals

Only a few.
Friskee, the rabbit my sister and I shared (wild and free, not to mention horny as a rabbit).
Zoe, a great dane (majestic and intimidating)
Rylie, a pug (who incidently ruined my favorite pair or denim colored leggings)
NewNew a cocker spaniel (who I live with currently)
whats Moi's dogs name? I like that one...


But most of all, I liked ZEEBZ. She was so hideous and beautiful all at the same time. She breathed louder than any human I know, (and even though I hate loud breathers, her respiration was endearing). Her little pink tongue, smaller than the tippy top of a pink eraser, hung loosely out of her toothless mouth, and her eye boogers stained her white, lion-style coat. While all of this may sound horrendous, she was amazing. Moody and sullen, she owned the apartment. The apartment wasn't the apartment without her. I stalked Moi's blog today to find out Ziba has passed. I don't know how old she was, but she lived a good long life. The beginning of which I am not aware, but she definitely got high a couple of times courtesy of me and Mk. My only regret is that I was not there to say goodbye. I will always remember you Zeebz.

(not actually her, she was cuter. This was just the most accurate picture I could find)



(this is not a joke, no matter how much you believe I am incapable of loving animals due to faces of disgust I sometimes flash at them).

Love always.