I'm an adult now.
What was the first thing I did as an adult?
Lose my wallet. At the CHEESECAKE FACTORY. The wallet that survived with me in all my european travels, disappearing at the hands of a huge, dim-light restaurant with overpriced gin.
I'm annoyed.
We drove back and there was no trace of it. NO TRACE.
It doesn't make sense. I had it at the restaurant, and we didn't go anywhere else after. My pockets, John's car, and the factory of Cheesecakes did not have it. WHERE COULD IT HAVE GONE?!
I'm not even drunk. If I was trashed out of my brain, then I would understand, but I'm sober as fuck.
AHHHH.
Apparently I'm not ready to be an adult yet. ahah.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Novel
I want to write a novel about myself.
Is that too egocentric? Ha.
I'm an interesting case study. There are layers and layers of Jason Chung that could be transcribed to a novel (which could end up on Oprah's book club!)
Seriously though.
Maybe I should write it.
I'll need an editor.
Is that too egocentric? Ha.
I'm an interesting case study. There are layers and layers of Jason Chung that could be transcribed to a novel (which could end up on Oprah's book club!)
Seriously though.
Maybe I should write it.
I'll need an editor.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Drive Slow Homie.
Doesn't one usually drive much more recklessly if they are in a car by themselves?
How come it seems like I'm the only one who drives like a blind granny with a prosthetic leg when I drive alone?
For example, as I was driving home up Beach Blvd tonight, I kept trying to find the lane with the slowest cars. It had to be perfect. The cars in front of me had to be slow and the cars behind me had to be slow. The equilibrium of the slow had to match. Sometimes this doesn't work out the way I want it to, and sometimes it works out exactly as I planned it. In order to create this perfect slow lane, you need teamwork, from all the drivers in that lane, even if you aren't directly communicating with them. Trust me. I would text them all with elaborate slow lane equilibrium plans if I could. Besides, drivers are mental at night, so you have to choose wisely. You don't want to end up in a lane where everyone is speeding at around 60mph. That is too much pressure for late night cruising. Ruins the purpose of cruising.
But when you find that perfect cruising lane?
It is fuckin' beautiful.
When you are slowly cruising in the middle of the night, alone in your car, listening to albums you bought at Amoeba the night before, its well sexy.
Slow is the new fast.
Right? Right?
I guess what I'm trying to say is...
it's okay to take it slow sometimes.
drive slow homie.
How come it seems like I'm the only one who drives like a blind granny with a prosthetic leg when I drive alone?
For example, as I was driving home up Beach Blvd tonight, I kept trying to find the lane with the slowest cars. It had to be perfect. The cars in front of me had to be slow and the cars behind me had to be slow. The equilibrium of the slow had to match. Sometimes this doesn't work out the way I want it to, and sometimes it works out exactly as I planned it. In order to create this perfect slow lane, you need teamwork, from all the drivers in that lane, even if you aren't directly communicating with them. Trust me. I would text them all with elaborate slow lane equilibrium plans if I could. Besides, drivers are mental at night, so you have to choose wisely. You don't want to end up in a lane where everyone is speeding at around 60mph. That is too much pressure for late night cruising. Ruins the purpose of cruising.
But when you find that perfect cruising lane?
It is fuckin' beautiful.
When you are slowly cruising in the middle of the night, alone in your car, listening to albums you bought at Amoeba the night before, its well sexy.
Slow is the new fast.
Right? Right?
I guess what I'm trying to say is...
it's okay to take it slow sometimes.
drive slow homie.
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