Over the past few months my pathetic behind has been glued to Asian dramas like heroine to a drug addict's upper lip. I don't exactly know why in the hell I love them so much but I do. The cheesy facial expressions of shock,the over-exaggeration of the first kiss,and don't even get me started on the uncomfortable to watch fight scenes. (Everyone knows karate for some odd reason) Nevertheless,I adore them and they kept me sane in this unforgiving and rather snobbish world.

Asian dramas have been such an addiction that they have recently replaced my love of reading. No, I haven't given up reading altogether but it's definitely riding shotgun. You know what else doesn't have it's hands on the wheel? My love for the European gentleman. I still love him but I'm not as fascinated as I am with his Asian neighbor. I'm an addict,an obsesser,a freak.

I wonder if this will pass.

Or even better,I hope to run across a guy with a French father and an Korean mother. Now that,THAT,would make my day.

Dream a little dream.

JM