the goods: A to Z

i got this idea from an english girl i follow on tumblr.  here's a favorite item starting with each letter of the alphabet. maybe you'll learn something new about me. maybe you'll think about what your list would look like. maybe we have favorites together and can share.

a is for applesauce

especially my mom's.

b is for basenji

these little critters can't bark.

c is for curly hair

maybe my 20's were good for something.

d is for dancing alone

doesn't rihanna look gorgeous?

e is for eric northman

exchanging bodily fluids never sounded so good.

f is for fabric

my collection grows.

g is for gossip girl

call me cheesy, but i love chuck bass.

he understands her.

h is for hello kitty

i wouldn't be a good asian if i didn't love her.

i is for indian food

the mix of flavors, scents, and textures is amazing.

j is for jelly beans

starburst jb's are tops.

k is for kitty

how can you resist a snuggle?

l is for late night happy hours

discounted apps and drinks with friends.

m is for mirrors

paris hilton taught me to never pass one up.

n is for nail polish

it's like makeup for your nails.

o is for owls

wise and flighty.

p is for pilot precise v5 rolling ball pens

can't write effectively without one.

q is for quincy

little green lizard from foxtrot is so stinkin' cute.

r is for fresh rain on pavement

shiny, smelly, and makes me want to dance.

s is for soup

i would eat it every day for the rest of my life.

t is for taylor trifecta

swift, momsen, and lautner. sigh.

u is for undies

especially pretty ones like gilly hicks.

v is for venus razors

over a decade of shaving with minimal (albiet, traumatic at times) knicks.

w is for watermelon gum

"candy" fix and stress reliever in one.

x is for xylitol

ok, a bit of a stretch, but it does taste pretty natural.

y is for yimmys yayo

because he's the man.

z is for zebra prints

black, white, simple, and visually exciting.

the goods: visible progress

so I guess I'm adding my pleated BCBG a-line skirt (with pockets! gah!) to my list of pending donations. time to go shopping!!!

the goods: Asians smaller than me

saw these little geisha necklaces at forever 21 on Friday. how cute!

the goods: self pep talk

I am failing at this blog challenge, readers. I am sorry.

this morning I woke up warm and rested, then I remembered where I was, who I wasn't with, what is going on, and my heart broke all over again.

but it's time to listen to some Tay-Tay and move on.

the goods: daydreaming of death

somehow at work, we started talking about "what if you were dying and were granted one dream from make-a-wish foundation?"  sounds easy, right?  after tormenting myself for days trying to come up with something-- ANYTHING-- that i would like to do for my dying wish, i think i finally decided.

at first, i thought: travel. but what if fiji's coral coast doesn't really look like this? and what if the rumored magical blue lagoon is just a big puddle with little fishies?

and then i thought: spend the day with a role model. and while dancing on stage with brit brit could be an unforgettable, one of a kind experience, i don't think writhing around and sweating would be totally satisfying.

and then i thought: disneyworld.  yah, disneyworld.  good choice.  i've never been to florida.  i mean, think of the castles:

and the princesses:

and the lights:

and a great opportunity to practice my asian tourist pose:

and eat a mickey mouse breakfast:

and remember what it's like to have a good time:

unforunately, i am dying at the average/normal rate and will probably never get to visit disneyworld to stalk harry potter or eat ice cream sandwiches in the shape of mickey's ears.  but still.  it's fun to dream.

the goods: my life in lyrics

my pandora radio station for rihanna played this song a little while ago. loved the Grammy performance of "part 2" and "I need a doctor." i have been listening to this song more than usual lately.

the goods: FRS

when I started this challenge, I knew food would probably be my #1 most appreciated item of this month. let's throw in a drink for good measure.





orange isn't too bad either.

the goods: when old words become new

what do you want to bet that in a few years' time the "PC" version will be "nanos" instead of midgets?

the goods: spring flowers

spring time must be coming. and it makes the grocery store smell amazing. and it makes me wish I was responsible enough to care for something so pretty.

the goods: solitude

today, I appreciated a short moment of my job where I reflected on my own situation and concluded I'm really a lucky person.

to pander to HIPAA, I will call the lady with the 8-packs-a-day rasp Nancy. Nancy is perpetually stoned and has trouble speaking and breathing at the same time. today, we added counting money to her long list of greats feats to overcome. Nancy struggled to sign for her prescription and the other highly repetitive steps that one goes through to obtain meds. I told her that her total prescription and OTC items amounted to $15.02, or "fifteen oh two."

her shallow eyes moved their empty glance to her fanny pack, and she unzipped her small coin purse. she dragged her fingers through the change and plopped two pennies on the counter. she then continued rummaging and dropped a nickel and then two other nickels on the counter and slid them over to me.

I waited. she waited. her facial expression demanded, "WTF, take my money."

"it's 15 dollars. and two cents."

"that's what I gave you."

I stared at her.

"that's 17 cents."

Nancy stared back at me. "no. oh." silence. "oh." and then she went to her fanny pack to draw out a twenty dollar bill. because apparently, you have to be really effing stoned to try to pass off fifteen plus two cents to your cunning pharmacy tech.

even on my worst days, I'm pretty sure I remember that red means stop and green means go and you should never trust a stranger.

so I'm home now, about to enjoy a glass of passion fruit rum and an action movie and relish the lack of outside stupidity encroaching on my space.