Namella's List of Drunk Irish/ Korean Commonalities:

1. Cries, for no real reason. Just likes the feeling of tears falling down their face...maybe because tears taste like whiskey or soju.

2. Sings. Drinking songs are taught to children. Yea, it's like that.

3. Fights. Nothing is more amusing to watch than a Korean bar fight 'cause someone always tries some crazy Tae Kwon Do shit and it looks really funny. It is always not effective in taking someone down, but man, it just looks really fucken hilarious when some drunk Korean dude flies through the air with one leg out, twisting into some weird position, then fucken lands like a new born giraffe, all wobbly and shit. Irish guys just like to fight and they're good at it. Most non African American or Latin American boxers are Irish and Koreans. Watch the fucken Olympics if you don't believe me.

4. Tells really long ass stories that don't really say much but sound really interesting for the first 2 minutes. Kinda like this message.

5. Beats their kids. Only after the kids fuck up their drinking song recital. Ever been in a recital? It's fucken gay as hell and the pressure is like great enough to turn a piece of coal between your ass cheeks into diamond.

6. Outside of them English soccer (football) fans, Irish and Koreans love their fucken football like a fat kid loves food. My old advertising agency used to rep the Korean soccer team. Their slogan was "Be The Reds"- I really resented that because it made us, Koreans, seem grammatically challenged. I can't believe people pay other people to come up with useless shit like that- and they pay LOTS of fucken money. OK I want to volunteer my advertising service to the Irish Team "Be The Drunks". Now PAY ME BITCH!!!!

Hail Satan!

Ok, so I did something that is terribly creepy gross that I am even feeling ashamed. This is coming from a woman who pissed on the front door of Spaceland while shocked hipsters walked in. Why? For not letting her in because she was sooooo drunk, the retarded doll-haired door guy denied entry - mind you this is Spaceland where the Imperial ButtWizards used to blow up the club. Literally.

I wish I could take what I did back but the seed has been sewn. Oh and what a delightful and dirty seed it was. Unfortunately it sprouted and germinated into my entire being. When I think about him, my heart beats rapidly like a big ass caterpillar line of coke and and my palms begin to stigmata sweat.

Will he call me after the desperate, honest, soul baring message I sent him on mySpace? Yes, I had to revert to mySpace because I met him on Facebook and then promptly deleted him after the tryst.

I wonder what will happen. Like his explanation of death, I guess it is a big mystery afterall.

Sigh.

Yo Homies!!!

Hey...so I am blogging now, which is a relief for people that got bombarded with really personal and disturbing posts to the random strangers on my facebook being forced to painfully live out my public shame called life.

Ok, so you made it here with me! Yay! You must really like me, you really think my pathetic life makes you laugh or you're just really entertained by my insanity and obsessiveness. Whatever the case, I am so glad you are here. Man, I tell ya. This is gonna be the start of a strange relationship. I hope you can handle it. I will pour out my heart and soul- maybe share a few photos and get you to crack up. Yes, yes so i will be posting more of my fashion photos and if you're lucky (over 18) you might see some dirty ones I did. Hee hee.

OK I gotta run but I just wanted to say thanks for coming and hope you will be an active participant in this experiment.

Blogging Sucks

But, I have been told it is therapeutic. I guess it's the polite way of saying, "You need therapy, dear." My friends are passive aggressive in that sense.

Tonight I went to see The Soft Pack (nee The Muslims.) I wore my tightest dress sans bra. I handed them a CD from the band I am currently managing. My boobs are my calling card. I hate to admit it but it's true. Men and boobs. It's such a base formula. I don't know what good this does. We shall see.

I brought my 6 year old nephew to see the band. I hope he came away with a sense of good music.