hurt locker.

even i make the effort not to interfere in my friends comical onslaught of my sex life because it's just become absolutely hilarious.  and as we've developed poignant metaphors of riding the 456 train..or even the 123.123.123.123.9.123.123.123 trains, this weekend has made even topped the east coast candidates.  it's not even a grenade, it's an iraqi street bomb.  and he's gotta play kim gun mo in the background while i chat with the hurt locker.  hahaa.  we're obviously not making any friends out here.

the night before, after opera we ended up @ hong kong cafe.  where my inner chung came out and ordered the entire menu.  and which during the meal, we asked "come on, lets see a pic of that ex boyfriend" and she laid the groundwork by saying "oh, he's not good looking.  i don't go for looks.  im all about personality."  when the picture got passed to me, i, like normal people, politely held him any comments and passed the phone along.  when the phone got to tiger woods, with zero hesitation he blurted "REALLY??? COME ON" HAAAAA

and to top it all of....we cut the entire line @ the taco truck.