having a defective gimphole of an ear means i can’t hear and manage my own speaking tone. maybe i softly whisper, “help! help! there’s a fire!” and maybe i holler, “I WONDER IF HER VAGINA IS AS CUTE AS HER FACE! ohohoho! (=^_^=)”

i just do not know. i must be so cautious these days!

new year’s resolution #123: avoid shaming self by speaking less and thinking more. do not shout about pig breeding on the first date. do not express unseemly desire for “a meat bucket” or “an eating bib” during the second date at a fancy restaurant.

new year’s resolution #234: do not shame self by molesting novelty toys in asian gift shops. remember that soft, plush pig that dispensed toilet paper through its ass-hole? remember how you got your finger stuck in the pig’s ass-hole, and when you tried to shake the pig off, the small, golden bell on its tail chimed merrily for attention, and everybody stared at you with a pig hooked to your hand by its ass-hole? that was regrettable; let us avoid such situations in the future.

new year’s resolution #345: stop being shameful and generally repulsive.

here’s a dance of death to herald in the new year:

2010 didn’t begin so well for me. i did not have dukboki with my family. i did not get a kiss on new year’s eve. i was sad for some reasons.
when i felt better, i fixed my sewing machine! the first thing i ever made on my machine was a bag with my bear claws and an ursa minor (who is screaming his name, because he’s unusually small and much confused for a koala). it’s filthy now because i toted it everywhere. i’ll make more bags and clothes this year. i want to make more than i buy.

when i started this entry, it was really to post this link:
https://donate.pih.org/page/contribute/haiti_earthquake
this is one of the more reliable places to donate for relief efforts in haiti. the organization has been involved in public health there for a while, and i think we can be sure the money will be channeled properly.

i don’t ever post about current events. if i did, i’d just spew a tedious stream of frustration. i don’t listen to the news at night, because i can’t take bad thoughts to bed with me. i feel scared by it. the scale of these global matters, and knowing that the small matters keep tangling together so there is no solution or reasoning to problems, just clotted knots with no beginning or end. i started viewing photos and reading about the maiming of south asian women who “dishonor” men, then i couldn’t stop reading texts related to culture/religion/government, it just does not end. and what can i say that isn’t already obvious? i’m too stupid to write an illuminating editorial.

this is my gurim-ilgi, my self-indulgent and cheap picture diary, for those personal frustrations that aren’t caught up in matters too complex for me to understand.