California sofisticashun

I told myself I wasn't going to watch the news today because in past recent years NOTHING good happens on my birthday. But then again if you're a (global) news junkie like me, something horrible is happening somewhere today, right this very minute.

Fucking depressing.

I started drawing again few days ago. I can go about an hour before my hand, elbow, and shoulder cramp up for the day. I seriously cannot wait until I have to walk with a cane. Let me tell you why...

Yes, I have grey hair. I've only been blogging about it for A YEAR starting back when I cut off all my hair December, 2015, to let the natural color grow out. My natural color (now) being grey, silver, with big fat chunks of platinum. Thing is, because I'm Asian, with fantastic smooth soft silky Asian skin, I have zero wrinkles on my face, or anywhere. Plus I'm short. Furthermore, I'm not married. I have no children. So basically I'm still 12 years old. And now that my hair has grown back to my shoulders, 20-something's to 50-something's all think I purposely colored my hair this way. No. This is what I look like.

What never ceases to entertain, is how many men will email me describing how sexy they think my look is, and then publicly act disgusted with my look when I don't reply to their emails. Yeah. I still have your emails, fellas.😉

I started growing my natural color out (to explain it again for the 100th time) because I got carded seeing a movie. A movie! And women will always say, "You should consider yourself lucky and be flattered!" --I can only explain my irritation this way, let's say you bought your dream car, and everywhere you drove your dream car to, for (lets just say) one year, regardless if it was to the grocery store, the bank, or a nightclub, wherever you went, guaranteed someone would ask you repeatedly in shock disbelief, "Is that YOUR car?" That's what it felt like getting carded all the time. In the beginning you're like, "Hell yeah, that's my car" but after the 100,000,000th time of someone asking you if that's your car, you're (this close) to punching that someone in the mouth... with your car.

Now some people say, "I love your hair" because they think I dyed it, and I take that as a compliment because they're complimenting MY actual hair. My real hair. My real look.

There's no shame aging gracefully. And there's no shame fighting it. You are, who you are. I see 40 year old women still publicly wearing naughty school girl outfits, and I say nothing. In my head I think, "Who are you trying to fool?" But I say nothing. It makes them feel sexy. Whatever. Fuck it. I walk away.

Also, any man who thinks she's coloring her hair just for him, is delusional. 100 men can compliment her hair, but it will NEVER compare to just 3 women she's never met, telling her how great she looks.

Californians. I love you crazy batch of nutjobs. You constantly remind me how lucky I am to have the friends I'm blessed to have here.

Ok...

The reason WHY I can't wait to start walking with a cane is, to "tap out" people with it when they say idiotic things like, "How can you have arthritis and grey hair? You look so young." These are the same people who say moronic things like, "How can I have no money in the bank? I still have checks!"

I'm going to look young ALWAYS. But I'm still aging on the inside. Understand? Do we kind of understand each other now?

2016, year of the Monkey, was disastrous. Spiritual believers theorize because of how terribly humans treat monkeys, it was only befitting year of the Monkey, treated humans with the same inhumane behavior.

If true, justly so.

Enter 2017, year of the Rooster. An animal symbolically represented in superstition, theology, and astronomy. The crow of each new dawn reminding the world --before us is a new day to correct the errors of yesterday.

Dear 2017,

Let's hope so. We're only 7 days in, and there's already been domestic torture hate crime, an airport shootings, a car bombing...