busan stories (all by myself)

living alone is nice...
it's so quiet...

after living in dana house and emerybay, i've forgotten what silence sounds like.
no cars, police sirens, parents yelling at their kids in the morning and best of all, absolutely no railroad tracks!!! in fact, sometimes i turn all my applicances off and sit in the middle of the room for at least an hour... not without a word so that i can better appreciate a whisper. hahaha... gay!
but my fridge is damn loud. hahaha... i guess you end up noticing the other things.

i've confirmed with ghetto that i walk approximately 1.2 miles to the bart station every day. that's 2.4 both ways. my buns are on fire. hahaha... but i hope to be able to pose for the cover of buns of steel: the busan way by the end of this week.

but i have to admit, i'm pretty bored. i got no dsl, cable, just an antennae tv and no comics. iesh... but i've had lots of chongo time. i think i've become too domesticated... way too normal...

return the days of "jimmyity-crickety!", "bloody yanks!", and most of all...

como-tero-shapparo!!!