My poor left middle finger. I can't not look at it. And I can't not poke it, which actually really hurts. You'd think that I learned my lesson after the first 14 times, but I didn't.
Tomorrow I go to the Big K--the motherland--with my mom. Haven't been back in 18 years. All I remember are spicy rice cakes, sweet yougurt drinks, and bratty neighborhood kids who made fun of me because I was some weird Americanized excuse for a Korean kid. Let's see how much it's changed since 1986.
Currently reading: J.K. Rowling - Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Currently playing: Hedwig and the Angry Inch - The Origin of Love
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