from Florida...h.

I'm in Florida. It's 3 f%&$ing: 30 AM. I've just done with my work. I seriously think I'm dumb.

Should I go to sleep? Or keep being awake to make sure I catch a flight tomorrow morning?

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Bye Bye Manolos

I returned the Manolos. I am sad. I loved the shoes. Here is the story.

 

I bought the Manolos (I refuse to say “the shoes”) on Neiman Marcus website for 30% off price. The Manolos arrived last week. I opened the box with excitement, and found several scars on them. I decided to take them to Neiman Marcus store in Friendship Heights hoping that they have a replacement. The guy opened the box and said “Oh, Campari Mary Jane. Beautiful.” Me: “Yeah, I love them. But see, there are some scars….” Guy: “Oh, yeah….they happened in the box during the shipping. Which means, when you wear them, there will be more scars.” Me: “oh, you think so? L” Guy: “Oh, yes.” So I returned the Manolos. I was so sad, so I decided to go for a shopping spree. But, alas, after having seen the perfection of the Manolos, no shoes attracted me. I went home exhausted with empty hands….

 

Oh, but I bought a vintage funky pair of pants at Mustard Seeds in Bethesda for $5. Yeah, $5 pants can make me happy, too. Yey.

Beyonce the terrorist????

I saw this strange dream last night. I was vacationing in some sort of resort area. When I was having some drinks in a restaurant, this guy came in and started pouring some liquid murmuring "it should give the explosion more impact ...." I felt suspicious, but as it is always so in a dream, I didn't do anything. Then I saw this girl coming down the stairs from the second floor saying frantically "Beyonce! Beyonce!" Somehow I understood clearly what was going on (I don't remember what it was, though) and shouted "everyone, get out of the building! The bomb!" I carried the girl and fled to the outside....and the explosion followed. The building where the restaurant was located on the first floor was totally destroyed leaving only the outside structure. Can anyone tell me what this dream mean?? Maybe this dream is telling me "Return the Manolo and use the money to get cable"?

Project Runway new season starts next week

From Emmet McCarthy Fall Collection.

Now I want this dress badly.....VUBOQ, it's your fault! You owe me this dress!!

Sushi

I want to note something from the conversation with VUBOQ at BAR VUBOQ last night.

The former Japanese defense Minister, who was the first female defense minister in Japan’s history, asked people to call her “Madam Sushi.” She said that is because she is often compared to Condi Rice (rice->sushi).

According to Urban Dictionary,

11. Sushi

Definition: Any shaved pussy.

Origin: Most Asian women naturally do not have much hair on their pussy's hence shaved pussy's are called sushi.

I was at Keshia's last night and damn if she didn't serve sushi. I ate that sushi all night long.

Hmmm.....

Dear Earthlink, your customer service is VERY BAD

OK, I’ve decided to be wise enough. Maybe I should invest in cable instead….

 

This morning, I received an e-mail from Earthlink. It said that a monthly fee for dial-up Internet service of $9.95 is past due. I canceled my account of this Internet provider in August. So I called customer service. The customer service, Jim (I don’t think this is his real name. I believe their customer service is outsourced to India), said when I called the customer service in August to cancel my account, I agreed to accept an offer to continue using the service. I said “I DID NOT accept any offer. I just canceled my account.”

Jim: “Yes, you did agree to accept the offer. You have to pay $9.95.”

Me: “I said, I DID NOT. I have Verizon DSL. Why should I accept an offer to continue using your service? Don’t you think it’s your mistake?’

Jim: “Again, you agreed to accept the offer. You owe us $9.95. Do you understand?”

Me: “I need to talk to your manager.”

Jim: “Oh, ok, I’ll close your account.”

Me: “What is your name, please?”

Jim: “Jim. It spells J.I.M.”

Me: “I know how to spell Jim.”

Jim: “Oh, yeah?”

Me: “OK, but I still need to talk to your manager about your customer service.”

Jim: “Why? I’ve already closed your account.”

(this exchange was repeated more than 5 times)

Me: “CAN I TALK TO YOUR MANAGER, PLEEEAAASE?”

Jim: “OK”

(15 minutes later…….)

Danny the manager: “May I help you?”

 

After a looooong conversation with Danny, I finally got an apology and an e-mail, which is almost incomprehensible because of lots of misspelling, to confirm the cancelation of my account.

I’m sure I’ll receive another bill from Earthlink next month.

Help!

Manolo Blahnik is 30% off plus free shipping at Neiman Marcus website today. I can't decide which one.....or if I'm wise enough, I just should forget about the deal.
What should I do?

Fun Weekend and The End Of Daylight Saving Time

It was a weekend full of fun. I took a day off on Friday. I had never took a day off during the week for no reason before. It was great. I woke up around 8:30am and saw people going to work. It felt great. I made a pancake for breakfast and had some coffee. Mmmm…. And then went to the gym, fixed lunch and took a nap. Mmmmmm….. And I was on time (well, actually a little late) for Happy Hour for the first time! Woo Hoo!! I and Steven met Mike at Halo. Halo changed their Happy Hour policy, and my first Cosmo was disappointing. The second one made by a nice bartender was good, though. The man at the bar told me “I love your dress, shoes and necklace. You look great.” I said “Thank you!” Then he said (or I thought he said) “Don’t tell me you are tranny.” I said “Whaaattt? Nope, I was born as a woman.” He looked confused and said “Oh, no, no, no. I said ‘attorney.’” Whew.

We walked to another bar to meet Jerry, Steven’s friend, and had some beer. More fun. Then we had a dinner at Skewers. Yuval joind us. Yum. I ate a salad with bugs (or so Mike believes…they were actually shrimps). Yuval gave us (me and Steven) a ride home. I dropped by Bar Steven for a fabulous martini. I love Bar Steven. Always Happy Hour. No hidden cost. The owner/bartender is niceJ And you can walk home!! It takes less than a minute! You can’t have more.

On Saturday, I watched Japanese historical drama on DVD. Then went to swim at the gym. Then I and my husband went to IKEA to buy…finally, a cabinet with a gift card my friends gave me as a house warming present. I had also bought some wine, martini and champagne glasses with the gift card. There is still balance left in the card, so I’m planning to stock up some booze….yey! Thanks everyone!

On Sunday, I did grocery shopping at a Korean store and went to pick up my friend who lives in Arlington to go to Korean massage/body scrub together. I crossed the Key Bridge, saw her apartment complex, and…..it passed…..Awwww……somehow I ended up in Kennedy Center. I hate Key Bridge. After wondering around somewhere for 40 minutes, I managed to go back to Key Bridge. This time I called my friend and asked her to navigate me to her place. I made it. Whew. I. Never. Cross. Key. Bridge. Again. After the massage and giving her a ride home, I went home. I cooked, cooked, cooked….for 2 hours. I don’t have to cook for a week. Or more. A problem is my husband doesn’t know how to appreciate the art of cooking. For him, “thinly sliced burdock (it takes forever) fried and stewed with thin sliced beef in a sweet soy sauce” tastes same as just simply grilled beef. He can’t say difference between homemade herb marinated beets and canned beets. I need someone who appreciate my cooking….