last night, i asked my mom whether she wanted pho or pizza. "pho!" she excitedly replied. so i took her to pho to chau on castro, which i haven't been to in ages. the place is still very good, although the service was horrible. there seemed to be only one girl working there, and she was eating when we got there. when we got there, she didn't even bother to get up; she just gestured us over to a table. anyways, i normally eat my pho super-spicy. i ate like 10 circles of sriracha into my bowl. when i finished, i asked my mom if she wanted to try my soup, and had like an 1/8th of a teaspoon of the soup, and instantly recoiled, like someone had slapped her face, hard. ha!
i had pho for lunch today, too. peter has been working the night shift, so when he got off at the hospital, we met at pho vi hoa near the palo alto/los altos border. the place was absolutely packed. i didn't mind eating pho again because i want to cut down on my calories. i've been gaining weight recently, so pho is the perfect light meal (i don't drink the fatty soup because it's so damn spicy; i tried drinking my soup yesterday, and i immediately choked on it).
i can't believe today is only wednesday. like i said yesterday, this week is just crawling by. at least i get to savor the olympics as it's passing by. i woke up at 8am this morning to try to watch the team USA game, but some other teams were playing. i guess they must have played at 5am instead. i was really nervous, so i switched over to espn, and i caught the score. we beat australia by 31! i read the recap when i got to work, and apparently the first half was really tight. *phew* we play defending gold medalist argentina next. i hope we can keep it up.
do people still buy porn magazines? they don't do anything for me anymore. i can't get off just looking at still pictures of people screwing each other. there's no life, no action. however, what does still excite me is reading erotica. i guess there's imagination involved. i'd take a penthouse forum article over a photo spread any day. i'm sort of surprised that a bunch of words can still titillate me. amazing, huh?
usain bolt is ridiculous. i hope i get back in time after dinner to see him run the 200M dash. it's quite macho to be "the world's fastest man." i remember back when michael johnson competed, and i marveled at his ripped deltoid muscles. and his gold shoes. what makes jamaican sprinters so special?
peter ordered this lemon soda today during lunch, and the tonic water contained this thing called "quinine." it tasted fucking disgusting. it was all bitter and shit. apparently, according to wikipedia, quinine is used to treat malaria, but why the hell is it put in tonic water here? ugh. peter took a few sips of his drink and put it down. he poured me some, and i took one sip and made this horrible face. don't drink this shit.
D's back from his vacation! he is VERY tan. in fact, his face looks absolutely unnatural. he said that while he was on catalina island, he didn't use any sunblock. no wonder. he doesn't burn, but he just gets really dark. man. i kept on staring at his face when i was talking to him. but poor guy, he has so much work piled up because he was gone for three workdays. he didn't even get to eat lunch today.
so my boss gets back tomorrow, and i'm going to ask him if i can take those days off for the UK trip. i asked paul yesterday if he is really ok with me imposing myself on his and leeya's honeymoon. he said it was fine, so i am probably going to do it. i need to get out of the country and enjoy a nice long vacation. i'm about to max out my hours anyway; i have almost 7 weeks of paid time off accrued! just imagine if i quit; i'd get a huge fat check, almost two months' pay!
i am bummed about labor day, and the fact that it falls on a day that my mom's here. that probably means that i won't be able to go out and about and enjoy it with my friends. hm. i thought it was at the end of september, but it turns out that it's actually coming up soon, at the end of august. rats. i wonder how i'm going to spend it.
i just went to the bathroom to take a small dump, and there was some piss on the toilet seat. that makes me very upset. the dude probably took a leak in the toilet without lifting up the seat. *RAAR* what kind of inconsiderate/rude asshole does this?
i've noticed that a lot of my guy friends (most notably the single ones) don't lower the toilet seat after they take a leak. i ALWAYS lower the seat after i'm done, no matter what toilet i'm using. i've been well trained by my gf's. and it's the right thing to do.
ok, i gotta jet. need to pick up my meds at safeway, take care of my mom's dinner plans, and meet up with adam at some new mexican place he wants to try. ciao!