I was supposed to go to church this morning with Kin, but she slept through God's sermon and left me to fend for myself on the mean streets of the Gongguan district. So I bought some eggy ricey cheese meat and walked around wanting to praise His holy name. So if you're out there, Lord (if), it's not my fuckin' fault I can't read Chinese. You programmed me on a discount. Lame.
So I'm'a go to Da'an Park and waltz around. Not much else you can do with $30 to last the next 20 days. Am I right, ladies?!
In flash news:
- I work at Forest of Wisdom English Academy. It's all right.
- I got 2nd place at a Story Slam on Thursday night (docked crucial points for reading from my notebook).
- I drink beer.
- Ocean scented incense is lovely.
- Lolita is a hell of a book.
- Chinese is a hell of a language.
- Cocaine is a hell of a drug.
Thank you.
-LS^2
You see the pandas, Brown Eyes?
Kin, not giving the peace-sign-thing.
I always like to look distressed in photos.
Temporary roommate #1: Cole.
he used to be in significantly worse physical shape.
Temporary roommate #2: Jon.
He likes Nancy.
The climb to our apartment. While it resembles
a death march, it smells of a bakery.
The votes are in: Lucas is the storiest!
This is Claire.
She. Is. Always. Laughing.
This is essentially what all of Taipei looks like.
This is Yates. While the li'l fucker wouldn't stay
still long enough for a good picture, I assure: he's adorable.
Kids on a Slide II: Electric Boogaloo
This video is pretty rad. This song is pretty "Eh."
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