luna

because she's white like the moon. and crazy.

with apologies to my father, who may or may not be reading this

so, on friday after work me and some ladies went to mcdonald's (we walked, which means the calories totally don't count). afterwards, keen-eyed Gal A spotted a sex toy shop on the third floor of a building nearby. lacking anything better to do, Gal B and i accompanied her up the treacherous stairs and down the hall (past a rival english academy. that's right, porn and ESL learners happily share a mailing address!) to the shop.

which was staffed by...a man who was seventy years old if he was a day. his gray hair was in an immaculate old man pompadour, and he was wearing what appeared to be an addias track suit. picture grandpa crossed with tony soprano.

i cannot stop thinking about this man. i am dying to know how his life's journey came to a room full of vibrators. is he a free-loving hep cat, who wants us all to be having better sex? did he inherit the business from family? win it in a poker game? is he judging his customers while taking their money? was he minding the shop for a sick friend or relation? how the heck did he end up there? hooooooooow? how?

Daegu. Now with 100% fewer calories.

this past week i pojang-ed myself down to daegu, since my school had its scheduled summer vacation, and i had not enough money to get myself shot of the country. many of my friends still live in daegu, and i spent the week couch surfing and pretending food is made of delicious air. see, william and i have a tradition: no calorie day. whatever we manage to eat magically has no calories. just like that, no matter what the fit of my pants is trying to say to the contrary.

day one: pizza and chicken

day two: mcdonald's delivery.

(that's right, in korea you can make mcdonald's come to your house. ice cream and all. we got the Triple Set, even though there are only two of us, and william hid to make the delivery man think all the food was for me. whatev.)