So, for the most part, I can tell (honestly, guess well) what nationality most Asian people are. It’s much easier when it’s Chinese vs. Korean vs. Japanese since I have much more experience with that. But I thought this one dude at the gym was Chinese, but he’s not. The Chinese woman (good thing she was reallly Chinese or I would have been 0 for 2) told me she thought he was Filipino. AIIIGH! My BLIND SPOT.

Well, Happy New Year to both of them anyway. And all of you. For those who like to sound, well, more gay, it’s the year of the cock. For those pretending to be more proper, like my sister, it’s the year of the hen or rooster.

I’m going to have to figure out the story about the red envelopes. I always thought the older people gave them to the younger people, but a guy I know swears it’s only married people who give them out.

Speaking of music, which we WEREN’T speaking of but I couldn’t think of a segue, I bought both the Jackson’s original “Shake Your Body (Down to the Ground)” and Shaggy’s remix, “Shake & Dance.” And I’ve bought all these odd dance CDs because I HAVE NO TASTE AT ALL. Well, I have odd tastes. It’s not like I listen to C&W. Ugh.