Running out of options ...
my feed reader just went berserko on me, so i'm feeling a little disoriented right now.
for the most part, i'm just content to sit on my butt and snip through my split ends while i watch "ugly betty".
which is why i HUGELY resent it when my parents are mentioning the "M" word on the sly. unlike my other cousin who's clamoring for proposals and simply dying to put on that white dress and walk down that aisle ... she loves to talk marriage like it's kingdom come or something.
my requisite response?
BITE ME.
they just don't understand that i have more important things to consider.
for example ... i'm running out of options.
i found myself in a slight panic today when i realized that i might have nowhere left to go. i've had my taste of cities and now i'm left to wonder as to what's next? ...
where's next?!
most of my friends know how uber-fanatical i can be about space. i need a location that's relatively cosmopolitan (no cow-tipping as national pastime ... ), within a certain mile radius of spicy food (i prefer korean and sushi couldn't hurt either), and home to at least a couple michelin starred restaurants. oh yeah, and low incidence of serial killers would be nice too.
the other important matter of concern to me is what to do about my car.
i just recently finished explaining my philosophy on driving and cars to my brother. he thinks it's just ("ludicrous!") to be so perfectly willing to trade in my nissan 350Z for a scion tC. but ("au contraire!") i say, it makes absolute sense in the grand scheme and my personal history of driving.
you can only drive a car like the 350Z when you're young. in my early to mid-twenties, i have no problem pimping my car. but coming into my late twenties to early thirties - i will gladly enter my yuppie years and ditch my juvenile attention span for drift car racing. how retarded would i look ... my colleagues, my seniors, even my juniors if i were still sporting my nismo tags.
only when i come into my mid-to-late thirties would i consider buying a fogey car.
i hate people who drive beamers and benzes like they're so impressive.
uhh -- anybody can buy a beamer or a benz but why would you want to?
have fun while you're young. drive and let live.
and after that, maybe i'd consider buying my maybachs and aston martins.
like i said, i'm running out of options.
for the most part, i'm just content to sit on my butt and snip through my split ends while i watch "ugly betty".
which is why i HUGELY resent it when my parents are mentioning the "M" word on the sly. unlike my other cousin who's clamoring for proposals and simply dying to put on that white dress and walk down that aisle ... she loves to talk marriage like it's kingdom come or something.
my requisite response?
BITE ME.
they just don't understand that i have more important things to consider.
for example ... i'm running out of options.
i found myself in a slight panic today when i realized that i might have nowhere left to go. i've had my taste of cities and now i'm left to wonder as to what's next? ...
where's next?!
most of my friends know how uber-fanatical i can be about space. i need a location that's relatively cosmopolitan (no cow-tipping as national pastime ... ), within a certain mile radius of spicy food (i prefer korean and sushi couldn't hurt either), and home to at least a couple michelin starred restaurants. oh yeah, and low incidence of serial killers would be nice too.
the other important matter of concern to me is what to do about my car.
i just recently finished explaining my philosophy on driving and cars to my brother. he thinks it's just ("ludicrous!") to be so perfectly willing to trade in my nissan 350Z for a scion tC. but ("au contraire!") i say, it makes absolute sense in the grand scheme and my personal history of driving.
you can only drive a car like the 350Z when you're young. in my early to mid-twenties, i have no problem pimping my car. but coming into my late twenties to early thirties - i will gladly enter my yuppie years and ditch my juvenile attention span for drift car racing. how retarded would i look ... my colleagues, my seniors, even my juniors if i were still sporting my nismo tags.
only when i come into my mid-to-late thirties would i consider buying a fogey car.
i hate people who drive beamers and benzes like they're so impressive.
uhh -- anybody can buy a beamer or a benz but why would you want to?
have fun while you're young. drive and let live.
and after that, maybe i'd consider buying my maybachs and aston martins.
like i said, i'm running out of options.
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