Aug 13, 2006 21:53
Just got back from Chris Wong's (ROFLMAOing 'cause he's Chinese body and mind). Boy, that guy has taste. He has a home, with little lamps and wooden beds and pretty sheets. What I have is a room full of trash and soggy paper boxes. Sigh, should start to look for a new apartment. This place I've rent is only younger than me for seven years.
And Mr. Wong has useful hands, and a good brain too. He can talk about soul and funky and blues and movies and TV or computer games until my ears fall off, and he can cook, and make cappuccino better than Starbuck. If I knew he would come to be such a guy during college I'd snap a collar on him and made him my personal cook. Cappuccino and perfect omelet! This kind of man doesn't grow on trees, especially in China.
Still, there were things made me want to smack him. It's not very nice to wave the sweet (and icky) relationship between you and your girlfriend in front of a single girl's face! His girlfriend smacked him for me, though. She's such a honey.
Sigh, work tomorrow, complete with mosquitoes and... mosquitoes. Last Thursday afternoon I've got fifty of them, and still there are more waiting to attack... I HATE MOSQUITOES!