Sake Bomb Birthday for Alice

This is what happens when you drink so much Soju and Sake that you can't see straight and you're looking to share the food you just ate with the bathroom toilet. Stay off the sauce kids. Stay off the sauce :) Happy Birthday Alice. Hope you had a good time hanging out with us two knuckleheads.

My Bungee Jumping Adventure

Well some people like to start off the new year by getting so drunk they see with beer goggles until next January. Although it's fun getting so hammered you can't see straight, I prefer starting off the new year by dangling from a rubberband from a bridge and hoping that the sharks don't like the taste of dark meat. To all of you who missed out on one of the most thrilling adventures of my life next to running home barefoot after eating a pot cookie. jk. Here is a peak at one of the most amazing experiences I've ever been a part of. Bungee Jumping to bring in the new year. Thank you to Suhua, Alice, Tom, Camy, Rieko, Sheehan, Eric, Heather and Dan for making this trip something I will never forget for as long as I live. I was sick as a dog and my voice sounded worse than an 80 year old blues singer with a pack a day habit but everyone of you made it all worth it. I'm glad to have friends like you guys.

Kitchencore New Years & Birthday Bash! You bring the kitchen and they'll bring the funk. Not the arm pit kinda funk though.

新年快乐！This new years I would have been staying at home crying in the corner trying to tell myself that putting little party hats on the action figures I bought is just as good as a New Years party :) but instead I went out with Corey to listen to him spin, celebrate his birthday and try to keep the neighbors from calling the cops with well placed bribes and telling old lady neighbors how great they look this New Years and how botox looks good on them :) We had a blast. My friend of almost 10 years and the first person I met coming to California. A damn good guy and like a brother to me, I'm glad I got to spend it with him and all of his friends. Thank you everyone for making my new years bad ass and more memorable than the last one which included a desperate housewives marathon and lots of Ben & Jerry's. Cheers to the New Year and great success to everyone out there and to me world dominion since I will be working on my Overlord Degree this college semester. After all, I heard I look great with a crown and Hitler mustache.

Pics from Kitchencore's New Years Bash:

新年快乐！Happy New Years Bitches!

Nothing says happy birthday like a Twilight birthday card :)

Teeny boppers everywhere are drooling as we speak.

It's birthday cake magic. 

Now if only blowing out the candles and wishing for a million dollars didn't just work in the movies.

Speechless crowd. Damn you'd think the president is speaking, or Justin Bieber was taking a dump.

Have a Happy New Years everyone and please keep the PDA to a minimum. Thanks :)

except for the wallstreet/mafia business suits, the lynchings and no place to plug in my iPhone, the 1950s were awesome.

I'm everything but what you'd describe as cultured. In fact I couldn't spell the word culture if you asked me. (thank god for spellcheck). but today I went on a little guided tour of San Francisco with two of my new friends Fan and David to learn a little about Hitchcock, San Francisco and life in the 1950s. Lets just say after today I got enough culture to carry me into next year and enough blisters on my feet to carry me to the ER after all the walking we did :)

Thanks to the tour guide for making this day even more awesome. A true 1950s fanboy. Beats being a Justin Bieber fanboy anyday.

At union square everyone gets their Hitchcock fix. You really don't have to wear the red 1950s fedora though.... jeeze grandpa we get it, you're a fan...

Fan & David

The two of them with the sunglasses makes me think Hollywood couple or undercover spies. You go Brad and Angelina :) Thanks to you both for making the day more exciting.

I'm such a little girl I think I need a training bra.

I heard someone talking about how he wanted to meet some bangin hotties tonight or something like that. My brain only has so much space so including ramblings of drunken frat guys usually won't fit on the hard drive unless the experience ends with Jack Daniels flavored throw up on my shoes and the proverbial fist fight that ensues afterwards but it did get me thinking. I haven't tried hitting on a girl in months. Why Harris, don't you want some hot sexiness in your life to nag you when you get home or ask you about engagement rings when you only met a week ago... scary. I look better than I have in forever, I used to have the personality of a dead fish, now I have the personality of a floundering one in a cool turtle neck that you only see doucebag hipsters wear. So if I want to go out with someone I'm confident I could have a girlfriend assuming they don't mistake my waking up in the morning bed head look for starving artist/crack addict. The reasons I haven't tried to get in the sack with a girl I meet around town, a classmate or anything like that is two-fold.... scratch that, two-million fold and growing. I'm picky about the girl I would date. I'd need her to be motivated in her life, have some goals and dreams, be fun to be around, have a personality, and make me feel like smiling when I see her. Maybe I'm thinking of the high standards I have set for myself now and am imposing them on the person I'd be with but if she thinks that waitressing is her dream job or she just happened to settle on the slow death of her brain by coke fixes, clubbing and constantly telling me how being a barista is not just a job, it's a lifestyle, although as interestingly stimulating that conversation would be compared to talking to the lady with 7 cats, I gotta say, I'm probably not gonna be that planning the next date and besides she would have just totally killed my boner. The Barista-Lifestyle? wtf? Damn blondie, get it together.

I can't just be with anybody anymore or just date someone because they're nice or a good person. I want a little more than just, she's saved her 30th starving African kid for less than a cup of coffee a day. There's a lot to the complexity of each person in the world. There's billions of women, billions of people and although dating Mother Theresa would be nice except for the wrinkles and the new grave smell (she's dead right?). I think I'm becoming one of those scrutinizing bastards that has a check-list for the girl I date. Not that I actually have a list, besides the one in my wallet next to the pictures of my exs 30 adopted African children, but I think I need to be picky and that being picky means you care about what's important to you, Don't get me wrong, nice is good since I've had my fill of crazy psycho in the past getting slugged so much you'd think I was a UFC fighter. thank God for my battered boyfriend sunglasses back then, but I think I just need more from the person that I date. It's been a year since I promised myself to use everyday to become the ideal me. Going back to school, getting the 6-pack, studying foreign languages everyday til my brain can fry an egg on it. Most days I'm so focused on my goals to become an extraordinary person trying to meet deadlines I set for myself, waking up at 6:00 each morning and not letting myself rest until I've gotten a checklist load of crap accomplished like an anal crazy person, that most days I don't think about anything else. I feel like I'm trying to navy seal train myself now and can't focus on anything else whatsoever because until I reach my goals I'm nothing special. Can I be any more neurotic? Some days though, it's lonely. Though it's only once in a while but every now and then it'd be nice to lay on the couch with someone, hold them in your arms and watch a movie together while we cuddle....that sounded so gay, let me check if my balls are still there.... I feel like I want friends and people in my life, especially when you feel worn down from all the trying so hard to become something when you feel like you're nothing that friends help you forget what a mental case you are but mainly I don't want to put myself in a situation where I'm dating someone and so focused on pursuing my personal goals that I don't give them the time they'd deserve. My cat is already bitchin at me for never being home, imagine if she had tits and could talk. shitstorm. but I digress. I'm not the one night stand guy and I'm right now not the relationship guy, but my god I have not had sex in forever. I swear I've become a virgin again and sprouted a male hymen. should probably get that checked out... If I keep going celibate like this I'm going to have to join a convent.... but yeah, I now know that I can confidently go out and have a relationship if I wanted to, find a girlfriend no problem but for the first time in my life am turning the opportunities down. I remember when I was young every girl I knew I looked at like a potential hookup, girlfriend, future psycho ex-girlfriend, etc, but now it's like being a totally different person and the girl having to show me that she's worth dating and also valuing the people in my life for who they are as people rather than just rating them on breast size and seeing women as pieces of meat. That sounds gay too..... this whole post is a freakin gay orgy at this point. Better get my leather chaps ready and work on my squats.

I want more out of my life and have fully committed to changing myself into an exceptional person for this whole last year, to be the CEO and not the garbage man, the entrepreneur instead of the guy who cleans up jizz at the strip club. (I wonder if that's the job title they'd put in the newspaper.. Jizz Cleaner. Maybe spooge custodian sounds more professional... I don't think that guy gets up excited to go to work every morning, just a thought) I feel like I need to continue making myself the focus in my life. To continue changing and making me my #1 priority.... feels like when a girl says "my only boyfriend is Jesus" I wanna smack her in back of the head when I hear that and not just because Jesus is unemployed and she shouldn't date broke guys. no wait, he was a carpenter right? okay I take that back. Even though I've done this for a while and am tackling all these individual goals one by one, I'm wondering what to do about those times where I'm sighing on the bed missing some kind of real closeness. I mean youporn can only go so far right... not that I look at that stuff you know, being celibate for a year and all.... hell this whole post is so girly I think I've grown tits...hmmm, I might not need youporn after all.