This post believes that I just live in this heap of junk I call “my body.”

This heap of junk is currently unwell. I feel a flu coming and while I detest it I wonít let it hinder the growth of my blogging prowess. Did that even make sense? I’m sorry. It’s the meds talking. Believe me, this is NOT how I imagined spending my weekend. A long weekend at that too! I’ve had glorious glamorous plans. And being the awesome troglodyte that I am, I dreamed of catching up on my kdramas and Asian horror movies, of checking and planning on my content calendar, of creating more posts for my kdrama website, et cetera. Earth-shattering stuff, really. But my body betrayed me once again. And so my grand plans will have to wait until I’m feeling better.

But here let me entertain you with this week’s post while you’re here. Might was well make it worth your while eh?

What does my drink of choice say about me?

I used to be a coke and rum type of gal back in my youth. (Fun fact: I admit I’d probably still be drinking if my health problems didn’t suddenly pop up and decided to rain on my parade for… oh, just forever. That’s great. Thanks, body.) But I also liked Jäger bombs and I was willing to try Absinthe. The only Absinthe I’ve tried, though, was a bar that was full of college kids looking to either socialize or hook up or both.

Emery Schindler published a fun read in Medium called Your Drink Order Personified. I laughed out loud at what my drinks of choice had to say. Well at least he got one thing right for each. What those things are, I will never tell because a true lady never spills her secrets. (But I can be bribed with food just letting that TMI out there.)

My favorite 1990s cool stuff

I was born in the 80s and by the time the 90s rolled in I was a third grader. For me, 1990s meant listening to the radio for the Top Forty songs, rollerblading, biking around the neighborhood, Lisa Frank Trapper Keepers, ~~hoarding~~ buying stationeries and swapping them with classmates, playing Mortal Kombat and NBA Jam in the SNES. Summer meant out-of-town trips to the beach and then to a cooler place. Christmas holidays were wrapped presents, hot chocolate, family bonding, and an out-of-town trip to our vacation house. I’ve graduated from reading Sweet Valley Kids to Sweet Valley Twins and even read Sweet Valley Saga. I also consumed Goosebumps, Fear Street, Nancy Drew, and The Boxcar Children. I’m watching “Are You Afraid of the Dark” all alone, a box of Whoppers chocolate balls in my hands. It’s the (early) 90s and life is good. The 90s in general is cool.

1990s cool isnít some pipe dream. Itís real and itís radical and it will last forever. And if it doesnít feel that way to you then damn skippy take a chill pill and quit being such a scrub. Weíre not talking about the free-love sixties or the Cold War eighties or the funky weird seventies here. As if! When youíre 1990s cool you hear about this wacky Y2K computer bug that might destroy the world and you remain as ever chillaxed to the max. Itís all good. Peace out.
“There’s No Cool Like 1990s Cool” by Alex Baia

What my pandemic weekend actually looks like

Before COVID-19 struck, my weekends were alternating between relaxing at home and spending time with friends somewhere outside. But when the pandemic began, I grew to like being holed up at home and never looked back. I actually prefer to stay at home. I’m content with watching my kdramas and the occasional Asian horror movie or two. I’m content with doing basically nothing and personally interacting with practically no one (aside from my family).

It’s this realization of contentment of staying holed up at home that made me realize it probably won’t be so bad to up and leave and just stay somewhere like a lighthouse or a cottage near the woods. I emphasize on near because I have heard one too many horror stories of skinwalkers and psychos.

I am now signing off. I’m having an early dinner tonight because I have the feeling I’ll be hitting the sack sooner than later with Taylor Swift’s Folklore album playing in the background, starting off with “The Lakes.”