Confessions from the Killer Mime Cult

There's something strange going on.  I've been unable to access my yahoo account from certain computers.  I hope this is not another instance of the Korean government censoring the internet.  It would really suck because I don't have people's email addresses written down anywhere else.  And what for the last while has been temporary ignoral could turn into something more permanent.  I can always check it when I get back to Canada, but I would like to be able to talk to people before then.   On a different note, the mating ritual of Sumin and Adam continues, I believe after knowing her for about five months, I have finally got to first base.  Depending on how liberal your placement of the bases is.  I'm going to see the new Harry Potter movie, because I'm a glutton for punishment.  Pili was a huge Harry Potter fan.  She hated the movie though, so I'm sure I'll really enjoy it.

Sumin got me the computer today.  She ordered it, anyway.  It should arrive on Monday or Tuesday.  I was kind of nervous.  I thought maybe she would run away with all of my money.  Not seriously nervous, but I do have 10,000 dollars in my account, and she did have my bank card.  That's alot of money.  You could probably live for decades in some places with that money.  To think it only took me a year to save it.  It really puts working at shitty jobs in perspective.  Sure, this may be a shitty job, but it's a shitty job with great benefits.  I was randomly googling just now, after finishing my Korean studying for the day, and I found Janice W.  The first person I ever had bad sex with.  Oh, the fond memories!  She's friggin' huge!  I think I made the right choice callously disregarding her feelings and not returning her phone calls.  And Jen, the person I had a virtual affair with, or in real people terms, just flirted with, hasn't gotten back to me.  Probably put my foot in my mouth.  Oh well.  I am very unmotivated to write e-mails lately.  The truth is I want to write long ones, and receive long ones, and if I know I'm going to write a short one, my heart isn't in it.