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May 6, 2009

Thank You For Being a Friend

**Note: This post was originally published on 4/27/09, but was taken down due to technical difficulties and censorship from a certain communist government. I apologize that the timeliness of this post has been diminished, but I love you guys too much to not give you the gift of some of Bea Arthur’s finest moments. 
Once, my [...]

April 2, 2009

God, I LOVE Being Right

[I'd like to preface this post by saying that I love my parents more than I can possibly say and I am eternally grateful for the many sacrifices they have made and endless support they give me on a daily basis, despite the fact that I was (and often still am) a raging bitch and [...]

December 25, 2008

On Virginity

I won’t lie to you. Last Christmas Eve, I set out on a mission to break up a happy couple for my own selfish reasons. Took me until Valentine’s Day, but goshdarnit! I succeeded. (Only to then break up with the guy in less than two weeks and secure my place in hell. Bygones). So [...]

December 1, 2008

Sorry for Falling Off the Face of the Earth…

The other day one of my friends told me the most pertinent quote I had heard in a long time. “If you come to China for a week, you’ll write a book. If you come to China for a year, you’ll write an article. If you come to China for five years, you’ll be too [...]

January 26, 2008

How to Become an Ice Queen Bitch

And no, this post has nothing to do with Hillary Clinton. Shame on all of you who thought it did. She’s the most qualified candidate, although, deep down, I’m still an Obama girl. No, I’m heading to Harbin where the low is currently riding at a balmy -22 degrees Celsius. In the words of Rich Gould, [...]

January 9, 2008

Microboy’s Poignant Goodbye

When I left for China, I really wanted to give my friends and family photo albums, but I never got in to scrapbooking, so I did it on my precious MacBook. However, turns out I’m technologically unsavvy and incredibly lazy, so they never got done. But here’s an example of what my goodbye would [...]