Musings of a Hapabukbuk

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Kids Today

My roommate's sister's intern just turned 21. He bought everyone drinks on his father's credit card. He doesn't know who Estelle Getty is.

I feel a deep, burning shame for him.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

The Truth Hurts

I like to think of myself as an "all powerful amazon warrior (not just some sniveling girl)" but after walking down the street yesterday and sizing myself up against all the people I passed, I had a surprisingly low ass-kicking count.

Ouch.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Sand Art

Here is my masterpiece:


C'mon, you know want to make one too. For those who need a little help, click the little grey box.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

A Memory

Hapabukbuk: Why must you disagree with me about everything now? We never even argued when I was a teenager! What happened?
Mom: You went to college and got an opinion.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Ew.

Poor Napoli.



Can you imagine this happening in NYC? I know a couple of rivers that would be filled in by now, creating one big, smelly longbrookqueestatehattejersian island.

Monday, July 07, 2008

Dear Midnight Oil Burning Jerk Faces:

(Aka My New Next Door Neighbors:)

I am not quite sure if you realize this, but your kitchen window is directly diagonal from my bedroom window. Normally this is not a problem as I always keep my curtains closed, but since you moved in and consequently don't even have curtains, it has become one. Your garish overhead kitchen light blazes right through my curtains and lights up my room like it's carnifuckingvale. In the wee morning hours, this is extremely irritating. What are you doing in that craphole of a kitchen anyway? And don't even try to tell me it's not a craphole because before you moved in my roommate and I snuck in to check the place out and discovered that without a doubt it is a craphole. There isn't even room enough for a table! So listen. Just shut the gadam light off when you leave the room ok? It will save you on your electric bill and I'll be able to get some sleep.

Thanks,
HB

Thursday, July 03, 2008

The Buk's Got An Admirer!

I think the bus driver has a crush on me. As I got off the bus the other day he stopped me and said, "was it too cold?" He actually noticed that during the ride I had put on my sweater because indeed I was cold. It was very sweet. And I told him so. He said the pleasure was all his. But not in a creepy way. Now I think I'm kind of subconsciously avoiding taking his bus. I haven't left the apartment at the same time since.