I’m all for cultural diversity because thats one of the many things I love about living in major cities. When I lived in Chicago, the separate ‘hoods of Swedish, Polish, Germans and Italians were just as cool as the Japanese, Korean, Latino and Thai sections of LA.
I live on the fringe/border of Koreatown and MacArthur Park (primarily Salvadorean) so I’ve been inundated with so much culture (mostly food) that its just as cool as any other city. Just pick and choose and you’re set.
The proposed section of Little Bangladesh has these borders… North Border - 3rd St. East Border - Vermont Ave South Border - Wilshire Blvd West Border - Western Ave
This whole area is (in my view) nothing but Korean shops/boutiques/restaurants/churches/karaoke bars. I’m really confused. It just looks like a waste of time unless I’m not seeing something clearly as I should.
Damn it, Just when I was starting to figure out what language to start speaking.
Hey! No I haven’t been waiting long, I just ordered a coke. Um… is someone else going to be joining us? No? So I just move over and you slide in right up next to me? And we both just stare straight forward across the table at those empty chairs? And I am crammed against this wall like I have a window seat on an airplane? And you need shoulder to shoulder contact throughout this whole meal? And I have to be conscious of not hitting you with my elbow while I eat my BLT? And depend on you to hand me the ketchup cause it’s out of my reach? And surrender my freedom to leave without asking you to get up first? I’m sorry, can you please scooch out so I can go to the bathroom? I am going to be sick.
By the time you read this tumblr the deed will be done. That’s right, after months of being antagonized and humiliated by the DVR, I snapped. How long was I supposed to take my recordings of my favorite shows being deleted due to a ‘corrupted hard drive’. That bitch sits in the living room day after day in the exact same position. Just where the fuck is the corruption coming from? I know, I know. I knew you’d understand. I did the right thing. We couldn’t go on living this way. You can thank me later.
There is just one more issue. I’m torn. Should I sit it down in the garage and run over it repeatedly? Should I take it out into an empty field and go at it Office Space style? Maybe I’ll hurl it at The Dish repairman that comes to deliver the HD receiver we ordered WEEKS ago. If he should ask why I would do such a thing, I’ll reply, dish this bitch!
This morning while walking my dog, Mr. Lexington, I passed an older gentleman sitting with his cane outside one of the apartment buildings a couple down from mine. As we passed he said “your dog is beautiful, congratulations” I smiled, said thanks and we continued on our way. After he did his business Mr Lexington and I started to walk back home and back passed the older gentleman sitting with his cane. This time as we passed he said “you are a very pretty lady, congratulations” to which I again smiled and said thanks. It really was a lovely way to start the day. Even if the man was 75 years old. And, even if “congratulations” is a rather odd way to compliment someone on their dog or their ability to shower and put on a dress.
WHAT THE FUCK. SHIT. I MEAN HOLY SHIT. SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT. I HATE THIS. I HATE WHAT THIS IS. IS THIS EVEN HAPPENING? PIZZA? YOU DONT LIKE IT? WHAT ELSE DON’T YOU LIKE? BREATHING? JOY? SUNSHINE? I AM LEAVING AND I’M TAKING YOUR STUFF. THAT’S RIGHT, I’M TAKING ALL OF YOUR THINGS BECAUSE YOU DON’T DESERVE THEM! CALL ME WHEN YOU’RE READY TO JOIN THE HUMAN RACE.