RJK 5000

i’ve been taking a probiotic supplement that i saw at vons. i saw it on the shelf and then i saw it online and ordered some free samples. i might actually purchase the product, but since i’m pocketbooking i might also just order some more free samples. let me use your address.

i’m pretty exhausted. i had a wonderful evening. and then i kettlebelled and spin biked the night away.

here are some things i currently want (?.):

i want to drink water from a big plastic cup that feels clean and not like the beach. i want to finish this book that i’m getting sick of, the one where the best-selling author says max weinberg looks like a mailman but i think reverend so i’m disinterested now. i want to sleep and wake up without pressing the sn00oo0o0zer button even though i’m tired and then not be tired once i’m up. i want to lie down on a bed of nails and then have a fat shirtless man smash a cinderblock with a big hammer on my stomach. i want to look at all the dumb gift items at spencer’s. i want to see you ride around on a bicycle with an orange triangular flag on the back. i want to lean over a 10-story balcony and spit. I want to see lil kim on MTV ride inside a limousine but the interior looks like Jeannie’s bottle. i want a non-toxic nalgene bottle where my hand can fit inside to wash it properly. i want to catch a yellowtail tuna and then release it because i’ve caught so many in my time. i want to save some eggs under my bed and then throw them at my mom’s neighbor’s house in a few months. i want to swim when it’s raining and then come inside and eat a ham sandwich. i want to run into my friends on the road and then bump their car for fun. i want some wigs.

i want too many things, huh.

i ditched my kung fu class tonight even though i really should have been there. but my brother was in town for one day only so my mom and i took him to our favorite sushi spot for dinner. i made mochi with sweet red beans for dessert but my brother complained about the mochi because i didn’t put sugar in them. i thought the accompanying red beans were sweet enough, but he is the guy who prefers to use the red-top “full-flavor” (as he called it) soy sauce over the kikkoman lite soy sauce. anyway, he sure ate a bunch of ‘em for a complainer. we had a good time. the three of us form a fine family, lots of laughter.

once i went out to sushi with a friend and this is what happened:
her: why do you use the less sodium soy sauce?
rjk: because it’s less sodium.
her: can you even taste the difference?
rjk: no.
her: then why do you use it?
rjk: because it’s less sodium.
pretty funny, huh.

and why didn’t you eat your cheerios.  because i didn’t have any milk.

so i had another weird dream. went to the old gymnastics gym where i used to see little raj. then i got mugged by a fat goth chick.

lots of laughter.

my stomach disease has been flaring up.  maybe it was the 5 fl oz of craftsman lager i drank over the weekend.  or maybe it was the honey oat bread on my sandwich.  i’ve been trying to avoid gluten and grains and stuff just to see if it would help, but now i don’t really know because i’m terrible at avoiding them.  anyway, i didn’t feel well so i just slept and slept and slept.  i had weird dreams but i won’t tell you about them because dreams are boring.  but i was driving a motorcycle.

i saw my buddy turbodave today.  he brought his buick grand national over.  that car looks like a drug dealer’s car.  i like it.

then marco and i went to sunset junction.  the most exciting thing i have to say about that is that sunset junction got lamer than ever.

stopped by the pub.  i drank red wine with ice cubes in it and talked to alek and his down-to-earth girlfriend.  talking to alek always makes me want to go skateboarding.  he says i better do the axle stall.

i’m going to go play with charlotte and read now.  monday means it’s time to go back to my normal life.

went to burbank for the be-boppin’ car show. it was fun. we put jack daniels in coke bottles and walked around and looked at all the cars. met up with pantoones too. that guy is nice and funny. i ate chocolate skittles which are gross, but good if you are buzzed and sweaty and walking around and looking at old automobiles. old cars are cute and neat and all, but they are not my style. i liked the shelbymobile, but pantoones said it was $1.5M. of course it was.

a man cut in front of me to use the porta-potty. after he completed his “business” he exited and slammed the door and stormed off all quicklike, without even washing his hands at the porta-washyourhands station. i wondered whether he was just in a bad mood or if he just lives his life like that everyday. i suspected that he just lives like that everyday, he was wearing a really stupid shirt that are typically worn by lame dudes. what kind of shirt? i don’t know how to describe it, except by saying “douchebag button-down.”  think flames.

are you having a good saturday? i am.

i love saturdays. except today i feel sledgehammered. drinking some really black coffee and eating some baby bananas so i should be feeling normal pretty soon.

i ran into the nicoteens dudes at the pub last night and also jessica. not the jessica with the buzzy face, but the red-haired one who used to go out with samir (later hater!). she is very nice. the band was loud so she was talking to me by yelling (loudly) into my ear, but every word felt like it was going to blow out my eardrum. finally she said, “it’s too loud in here, my ears hurt” and went outside. i laughed. bryant made me laugh too. he acts like a grumpy old man, not sure why, maybe it’s fun for him though. i don’t mind it.

not too sure what i’m doing today. i am going to kettlebell pretty soon because i’m sure my muscles have had plenty of time to recover, but after that it’s anyone’s game. marco mentioned going to the museum to take notes or something. i hope mental notes, but what if he pulls out a notepad or sketchbook or something, or even worse, he makes a drawing of some sort of contraption on a napkin right there in the exhibit hall. no, he wouldn’t do that.

talk to you later. have a nice saturday.

hung out in koreatown tonight.  went to the coffeehouse with the titanic theme for sweet (sweet meaning sweet not sweet meaning awesome) sushi rolls.  had fun. went to the nearby dive bar for 941 completion and vodka drinks.  was fun.  i recalled what i learned in college–that thursday nights are just as good as friday nights, so i tried to make the most out of it.  i done good, as academic type folks say.

i wanted to tell you some more uninteresting stuff, but i guess i should go to sleep instead.

you know what sounds good right now.  a cherry.  no, a bloody mary.

i just brushed my teeth with the green toothpaste. well, i mixed it with colgate total. i’m liking the weird stuff.

i had a dream i shot and killed an annoying guy at a party. and then i was charged with the death penalty, and i was okay with it. i felt relief in knowing exactly how i would die. it was like the bright side of it all, lethal injection, painless. i felt bad for my mom though. also, i didn’t dream about a last meal. i would like to die on an empty stomach. if i were on death row i’d request to eat my “last meal” two or three days before the execution, and then i’d fast the final days. my last meal would consist of salmon sashimi, avocado, and figs. not smores and red wine and guinness. i don’t know why, but i just wouldn’t.

anyway, when i really think about it, sometimes life and people make me so happy, it feels sad to me. why did we take the complicated route.

that is why some smart people advise not to be a follower.

i’m listening to keane. it is one of the compact discs that i bought yesterday. so far i only like the popular track and maybe one more. the popular track is really good. remember blake the beatboxer sang it on american idol (youtube). he got my vote. ?.

i didn’t exercise yesterday or today. i’m allowing my muscles to recover because i think i injured some muscles during my last kettlebell session. fatigued muscles slightly sore. also, anabolic eddie reminded me that muscle recovery time is very important. he tore one of his biceps so one looks shorter than the other. he’s cool. it’s weird when he tells me about socking someone in the face. he seems too nice.

i went to kung fu class today. it was fun even though my huge muscles were tired. some days i go there when i’m really tired and want to just sit and watch and instigate battles (”fight! fight!”), but sifu will make me do all kinds of exhausting pole exercises and dummy forms, which i never remember how to do. tonight i was tired but i just got to practice with some of the really good fighters and also touched hands with someone new, who was pretty good. i think i only made one good hit and then dropped out and sat on the bench in the used bin.

i took a spoonful of apple cider vinegar like it was robitussin. i still don’t know whether that stuff is good or bad for my stomach, but i think good. it burns real good at least. i haven’t taken prilosec for over a week. f big pharm!

speaking of pharm, i went to the korean pharmacy today for some expensive herbal toothpaste. $30 per tube, but right now they are having a bogo free sale. my mom sent me there because she likes that toothpaste and she let me have one of the tubes. it tastes awful! so awful. and it’s green, like diarrhea green. but i can’t wait to use it again because i’m weird. and yes, i said bogo. also, i spoke to the pharmacist in korean because i like to pretend i’ve traveled to a foreign country. she looked at me weird when i asked her whether or not they accept meegook dohn which means “u.s. dollars.”

don’t i make life fun.

i’m going to walk charlotte now and then read for an hour.

you should eat smores and drink red wine and guinness because i can’t.

just chillin’ out tonight.  i bought a couple of books and compact discs from the goodwill store, so i’ve been alternating between reading, snacking, and listening to nice songs.  it feels really nice to do nothing.

the employee at the goodwill store also works as an attendant in a parking garage that i frequent.  he asked me why i look so familiar, and then he figured it out.  i was on wipeout.

i like how early it is right now.  i guess i’ll do some dishes and carry on with the loaf-a-thon.