Halloween Redux.

Fig. A: Arriving at work on Halloween 2007 in authentic Thailand University uniform.

My first Halloween as a working person fresh from college was merely two weeks after I started, when I was still an impressionable noob and 100% of my knowledge of the office was derived entirely from the US sitcom The Office. I had just discovered the series that summer, and had spent the months after graduation and leading up to employment holed up in my room marathoning the thing. After three seasons of that, I was understatedly excited for Halloween because I thought every office in the world of course went all out for Halloween like they do on TV.

Reality: I ended up the only person dressed up and the mortified target of many a confused stare throughout the entire day.



Reality was harsh.

PPS.

Coming Soon to a table near you: the Great Post-prandial Somnolence of Thanksgiving Weekend 2011.

Post-prandial Somnolence: a normal state of drowsiness or lassitude following a meal, also known by the more ignorant common masses as “food coma.” But WE are not those masses. We are the hyper-intelligent elite that annoyingly replace colloquial terms with obsolete and pretentious verbiage cause being one of the masses was SO yesterday (adjusts hipster glasses).

Victory.

Note: Click image to experience in all it's epic fullness

Yesterday I officially finished all my Christmas shopping and felt the unspeakable elation of an EPIC WIN. I always do make an annual point to start Christmas shopping early to beat the crowds and seasonal madness but yesterday sets a personal record. Somehow having purchased all my gifts in October, long before radio channels start playing Christmas music and long before stores hang up their Christmas banners and set up fake Santa photo booths made me feel like I had somehow beat the system.

I BEAT YOU, SYSTEM.

New Hair Again

Went to a salon to clean up after my homemade bangs-cut a couple weeks back. Like!

Target Checkout.

Dear Mr. Target cashier man:

The offensively typical conclusion you made about me based upon my completely coincidental yet admittedly stereotypical combination of product choices was… absolutely correct, sir.

Bye J.

J has been planning a six week long vacation to her not-mother-land China for about half a year now and as the day of her departure drew near, friends started to fret for my well-being.



I was not sure why this trip would merit anyone’s concern as it wasn’t the first time J up and jetsetted halfway across the planet for more than a month at a time.



So while everyone else spent the days up to her leave saying mushy things, giving her farewell gifts, buying her meals… I spent most of that time splitting our checks and harping at her to get rid of the evil sweet potato plant in our front yard.

Then yesterday night she left and I found myself with an unexpected and belated sad that I guess everyone but me had seen coming.

Hiking Blind.

Say Cheese.

Happy Friday :D A random warm-fuzzies inducing drawing of flower-hair-girl and mini-kitty-boy who is scared that the camera might flash on him and render him blind for three terrifying seconds. He’s had some traumatic experiences with unexpected flashes in the past, the poor thing.

Classy Ladies.

Fig. A: Three grown adults at a museum.

J, our mutual friend C, and I thought we'd dress up all shnazzy and have a classy ladies day out to brunch and a museum last saturday afternoon but ended up (as we always do) class-lessly giggling and screeching like pre-teens and creating a general ruckus earning no less than a few disapproving evil eyes from security guards and classy white grannies.
Fig B: The Classy White Granny Glare.