I am an asshole. In an attempt to avoid talking to myself like a deranged lunatic, I started a blog.
Why did I name it Sarcasm and Rainbows? Trust me when I say this title did not take as long as I thought.
Sarcasm: I consider myself the Asian Liz Lemon, with the same eating habits and quippy comebacks sniped at the majority of the people in the world.
Rainbow: My sarcastic nature does not prevent me from thinking that good things will happen to those who deserve it. Even though my life experiences and general literature has taught me otherwise.
At first, I was doing this as a word document in perpetuity, but that seems annoying to maintain. So, instead, I came up with the brilliant idea of starting a blog. How original...
I was googling all the wiki how steps to starting a blog, and how people usually come at this with a plan, in the hopes of generating fame and revenue.
I don't really care about that.
I just want to use this as an avenue to talk candidly about things that are important to me. And if I have the good fortune of meeting new friends on this space, then that's even better. Mostly this will end up as another mortifying experience.
I am not really sure how to begin a blog, so I am just going to ramble in ways that make me happy.
I am not ashamed to admit that I am writing this mostly as a reaction to the never-ending boredom of cubicle work, as typing appears to be "doing work".
I am 27, originally from Hong Kong, but I have lived in New York since I was 6.
I am an only child, which means I am really good at not being bored, and I really like my own space.
I married my college sweetheart about a year ago, and we live with my parents (I know what you are going to say- what the fuck, but it somehow benefits us, I will elaborate later on).
I work in a cross section between non-profit and the arts. I don't actually want to work in this field at all.
In conclusion, I have no idea what I want to do with my life.
I am best friends with people from high school and college. and we enjoy board game nights and potlucks. All my friends are teachers. Seriously.
I eat like I am trying to prove something. I like naps. I don't like people or crowds.I would rather lick a subway pole than go to Times Square. I don't like to exercise, even though I want to pretend that I am "that girl who gets up at 6 to do yoga".
I deal with Asian family stereotypes on a daily basis, and have learned to master the art of passive-aggressiveness.
Nothing makes me happier than takeout, the TV (people who say they don't watch television are LYING), the bed, and people I love.
Mostly, I enjoy making sarcastic comments about everything.
