On thank you cards.

I hate writing thank you cards to people I don't know. I never know what to say.

'Thank You. I really liked your money.'

Breakfast Conversations

Me: Aren't cold sores a type of herpes?
Dad: Yes.
Mom: That's why I always have shame.
Dad: ...huh?
Me: ...I don't think--
Mom: It's sexual disease!

"Dream catchers work... if your dream is to be gay." - Demitri Martin

It's early morning and I'm in Seung's house--which between real life and dream land has turned into a super modern, spacious mansion.

I'm looking around for him when he runs up to me and says:

"Hey"

Then before I can answer he bolts up the stairs, the doorbell rings, and Koreans start to fill the house. Not only that, but I see that fully dressed Koreans have been sleeping on the ground and are starting to rise and greet each other.

It is very noisy.

Then Teresa walks in with a crowd of older Koreans. Weird.

Everyone begins to form a large buffet line to the kitchen and Teresa runs up to me and tells me she has to tell me something "important". The line begins to move.

I begin to try to pick out what kind of cereal I want to eat while she explains how annoying a friend of ours can be.

I realize there's no milk.

Fin.