soooo… it’s been awhile since i blogged. i’ve been debating what i should write about because i know how the internet is, it can come back and haunt you… and considering that i still want a future career with the ACLU, i need to think about what i put on my blog. 

since i’m unemployed and basically have no life anymore, i’ve been a bum lounging around in my shorts and tank top eating like there’s no tomorrow - drowning in my own sorrow - giving myself a daily pity party. besides the lonely parties, i’ve been job searching on various sites and trying to find myself in this world. 

so u must be wondering how the title of my post today is titled craigslist… well job hunting led me to various sites and of course, craigslist. as i searched daily on the jobs category, i kept on seeing the same ad for a foot fetish job. i told my friend, if i see that ad again, i’m gonna apply for the job because it’s so easy and plus it must be a sign. i mean common’ - who doesn’t want to make easy money? it’s $200-300 per night and all i would have to do is show my feet. well i called my older sister, M, about this awesome foot fetish job that i wanted to apply. let’s just say after my conversation with her, i ended up not applying. she warned me that men with foot fetish will more or likely cum on my toes, rub their penis between my toes, use their wart covered genitals/fingers/tongue to touch my toes, use their belly button to play with my toes, etc. i started to freak out and she said, “did u really think your toes were going to be behind glass doors?” uhhh… yeah. 

well moving on.

since my stay here in new york, i bought a treadmill from craigslist to help with my sanity. one saturday i told yer, my sister, the idea of buying a treadmill and how it would fit perfectly in her room. well since we were sharing not only a room but a bed, she thought the idea was crazy and to think about it more. well as soon as she left for the day, i went on craigslist and within 2 hours, a treadmill was delivered and set up perfectly in her room by the foot of her bed. of course, she was mad when she found out but added, “oh, well i’m gonna use it too.” regardless, the treadmill belt got fucked up and it took me 2 weeks to fix the damn belt. after borrowing tools and going to various tool stores around the neighborhood, buying new tools, duct tape, two types of glue - i finally fixed it by cutting the fucked up part of the belt :D that was easy, all i needed was a scissor which i had all along. 

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and this is how it looks like now

well regardless, with no luck on any job feedback from the numerous resume emails i sent and my awesome treadmill from craigslist, i started to get horny. i figured i could start blogging on my adventures with craigslist - from finding jobs, treadmills, to getting uncomplicated (free and easy) sex. 

so i’ll be blogging on posting an ad on craigslist on getting sex. yer and i have been brainstorming what my craigslist post title will be. so far we came up with the following: my vagina is dry. my vagina needs semen. uhhh, so far these are some ridiculous titles but will brainstorm for more. if you have any ideas, feel free to email me. :D until then, enjoy. 

so since i just moved to new york last week, i’ve been making an effort to meet new people and making friends. this past saturday, i went to a bbq with my sister Yer. We brought 2 40’s of corona and 2 ice cream bars - rolling in hood style. well, out of the group of 10 girls, there were 2 white girls and the rest were asians.

white girl #1 goes, “when i came to the east coast, my boyfriend picked me up from newark. i told him that east coast ppl are so funny (*note the valley girl accent*) that they have license plates of their towns. my bf told me that new jersey is a state. i didn’t know new jersey is a state.” 

white girl #2 added, “oh, i didn’t know connecticut is a state also, but i’m from canada.” 

as much as i wanted to blurt out my usual LOUD laughter, i held it in. as i looked around the group, i wonder why no one was laughing? am i the only person here that thinks this is ridiculously stupid funny? the whole time, Yer gave me her evil stank eye to not laugh like i usually do. so in order to hold in my laughter, i played with my phone and texted Cassandra what just happened. 

white girl #2 said, “well i’m from canada so we don’t really know the states.”

white girl #1 said, “well i learned geography in high school and i don’t remember much. plus, i’m from the west coast and our states are bigger compare to east coast, so it’s hard to remember.”

i said, “well i’m from the west coast, born and raised in california. however, i learned all the states and capitals in 5th grade.” 

uhhh… wow. 

lessons i’ve learned:

1. i will only be fake around white folks

2. i can only be real with my asian folks

3. we don’t care about canada