I stopped by the Land Bank nearby the Chungking Ma…
I stopped by the Land Bank nearby the Chungking Mansions Taipei this morning to open a new account for my upcoming job. I have three bank accounts now, since every company deposits its salaries into a different bank, it seems. It’s not a big deal to open an account here. I also stopped by the nearest post office to get a post office box. I would rather not deal with the apartment’s own mailbox downstairs as it is always stuffed with junk mail.
At lunch Mindcrime came over and we went to lunch at Au Bon Pain, where it’s easy to find people to mock. Usually it’s pretentious business types, but today an MTV crew was there filming something, so the place was filled with mockery targets as well as the kind of slutty girls Mindcrime likes to gawk at, as well as a VJ I didn’t recognize as I don’t watch MTV, or even TV for that matter. One of the slutty girls kept patting her own ass as she walked, as if to make sure it was still there.
The weather is gray and dull, so you know my mood. Dean‘s uncle has sent him another tape full of the sci-fi goodness that is Enterprise, so we are going to have to have an Enterprise Appreciation Party at his home some time soon. Now I just need to stop forgetting to watch Farscape every Monday night.
I think Fast Typing Girl is pissed off at me. Actually, I think she’s pissed off at everyone around here; she never seems to talk to anyone, instead spending all of her time writing on Hotmail. I edited her “proof of internship” letter yesterday, in which she claimed to be an account executive, and made it a bit closer to the truth, although I think I showed remarkable restraint by not inserting the phrase “didn’t do anything at all the whole time except write exceptionally long emails and go to the bathroom” in there. I know, I’m mellowing in my old age.
Tonight I am going to pick up the first part of my advance for my book. It’s not a lot of money, but it’s significant nonetheless. Also, I could use even that small amount. Something tells me that moving is not going to be cheap. Last night several people came over to look at my room, which was annoying, so I went out to drink tea with Mindcrime rather than submit myself to the constant knocking-and-peering in, not to mention the “Oh, your Chinese is so good!” remarks. At one point I would have said thanks, but these days I usually either ignore it or say something incredibly arrogant like “Yeah, so?”
I know that’s not very polite, but fuck, I’m not that mellow. Not yet, anyway.
