The note on the Vampiress’ stereo reads, in Englis…
The note on the Vampiress’ stereo reads, in English, “Don’t touch my CD player”. It would seem she knows who is hiding her Beethoven CD on a daily basis by sticking it into random magazines. Also, the big bowl ‘o shrimp now contains a lobster large enough to defend the poor, innocent shrimp against Office Turtle’s clumsy attempts at eating them for lunch. Of course, the lobster is eating the shrimp, but that’s ok. It’s obviously a matter of principle. I’m not going to take this lying down. I’m going to take it to the next level: subtle rearrangement of various Vampire-cubicle paraphernalia.
The TV reporter, not surprisingly, couldn’t get her shit together today for the interview, which is fine with me as I spent the morning with something in my eye I couldn’t get out, and now I’ve got a headache. “Does it matter if I’m in a crappy mood?” I asked her over the phone. She didn’t say anything in reply except for that hesitant, slightly whiny “mmmmm….” that so many Taiwanese women use as snappy comebacks to well-constructed legal arguments. Perhaps she assumed I was joking. She doesn’t know me very well. She did say that we would do the interview tomorrow instead. We’ll see.
In other news, our company is forsaking E. Sun bank due to its insistence on having a silly name, and going instead with another bank with a slightly less silly name, Chinatrust. I just got back from the signing-up session downstairs, where I went through the whole “We’ll-need-your-passport-because-you’re-slightly-different-looking” rigamarole one more time. I know; I can’t be bothered to “explain” myself to everyone? Nah, I’m too lazy. Besides, I get such a kick out of just standing there with an innocent expression on my face while some poor member of the service industry assumes that I’m fresh off the boat. Not. Actually, I’m used to it. It all depends on if I’m in the mood to play with people’s minds or not. If not, I will patiently explain my existance to them. Otherwise, it’s time for another dimension — a dimension not only
of sight and sound but of mind…
