what a girl wants

what a girl needs

peace jamie 

frattastic ten minutes 

happy birfday  

snack (ahnjoo) 

  alcohol is my worst and best friend simultaneously. i think ultimately though i am not a drinker, yes i said it, I'm not.  so what am i?  i don't know, still trying to figure it out, but i think I'm a baller (basket).  this past weekend was an old co-workers birthday and we went out for dinner and drinks.  i ordered a strawberry colada at some bar and i don't recall any rum being in it, and not to mention it was eight bucks!  but i guess its okay because I'm working an extra three classes a week now for a few weeks straight (2 down + 2.5 to go).
  speaking of the cause of intoxications, i had quite a frattastic weekend because spontaneously my guy co-workers/friends all got iced one after another on friday evening then i somehow got pulled into this nostalgic trend saturday evening.  i must admit, i can't drink like i used to, this is FACT.  granted korean drinking requires consumption until the whee hours of the morning as opposed to the 1.50 last call back in the states whether in the carolinas or the california. i attempted to ice my friend on sunday evening before dinner but failed because the silly 711 by mi casa didn't have any and in return i was iced again along with two other victims.  i hope this past weekend is the only weekend that smirnoff ice is consumed by surprise.
  aside from booze, i do have quite a sober life, almost too sober.  i work all day every day from 9.10 to 10.15 running on an abundance of caffeine, and on the couple of days that i don't start working that early i go to the gym around that time and kick some butt (or try to).  i got a body analysis done the other day at bobos (my gym here) and the athletic coach/person told me i was fat, she even had all of my data in front of her so it's got to be true -- right?  she prosaically looked up at me and said: this means .. you are fat (paper in hand).  I've been called fat a few times in my life and it was never with numbers and lines on a4 paper until this day so i guess it hit me pretty hard, realistically.  the sad part is, i absolutely understand what she meant.  what a girl wants.  girl wants skinny.  sans alcohol.