September 5, 2003

• Ballin’

  
  

  Work for me, officially starts at 9:30am in the morning.  I’m usually the first one here, arriving at 9 or so.  I like being here alone because no one bothers me with shit, and I can really concentrate on getting things done.

  
  

  But this morning, it was extremely hard to wake up.  I just rolled into the office, and it’s 11:30am right now.  We balled last night like a motherfucker.  The night began really shitty.  I was at work until 9pm last night, not an unusual thing for me at the office.  Had a late dinner at a shitty Jap noodle place with my friend Ben.  When we got out, he wanted to go to a golf store so I just slept in the lawn chair there until he picked up shit he needed.  Then it was on to D8, it’s a nice looking bar, but also has a shady KTV area beside it.  All the KTV hostesses were chilling at the bar, but Ben and I were just by ourselves.  Shitty!

  
  

  It wasn’t until we got to Pegasus… and partying with the boys… a bottle of Chivas first came.  Then two bottles of Absolut.  The 2 bottles of Moet.  And my God, another bottle of Absolut.  I was out until 5am, and at 10:40 I bounced out of bed brushed my teeth and ran out the door.

  
  

  I just realized that I don’t really know what to say to girls when they are looking at me from across the room and smiling.  What?  Staring problems?  I tried to wing for my friend last night, but I don’t think it was too successful.  She was a 6 foot model from Xi’an.  And then there was this hip hop dancer teacher girl, who I thought was kind of cute and had lowriders that were all up in her grill who kept smiling at me.  Tito urged me to chat it up, and so we did, but all these random guys would come by and hug her and shit, I was like WTF?  Way too much attention.  But she’s got great taste in music!  But WTF right?

  
  

  There’s this intern at work.  His name is Windmix.  I KNOW!  Anyways, one of the guys I work for, Tony, can’t get his name right.  Calls him Wingspan.  And then, our other intern, calls him Winfax.  So now the inside joke in the office seems to be to find different names for him.  Tito emailed couple days ago and called him Windpipe.  Just like from the funny movies where people don’t get the name right!  I just sent one last night referring to him as Windmill.  Let’s see, Winamp, Windtunnel, Wingnut…

  
  

  I’ve got to stop these incessant ramblings on a hangover morning.

  • 12:21 am
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