I guess I should be sticking to the title, but I'm not. When it comes to chop suey I suppose you're thinking about large quantities of stir fried meat and vegetables with rice or chow mein dribbled with teriyaki sauce-but that's not it. The chop suey I'm going to be talking about is not that delicious. Chop suey is also a Hawaiian slang for a hodgepodge of different ingredients. For example,if you're Chinese, Japanese, Hawaiian, English, Russian, Irish, and German, you're a chop suey of races. Chop suey can apply to many things-debt, cars, beers, husbands, wives, children, dogs, cats, neighbors etc. You can also have a chop suey of facts that sync together to create a whole. The chop suey that I want to talk about is a chop suey of bad luck. I wish I was in one of my better, serene, dulcet moods generating a massive flux of positive energy that creates harmony all around me...you know, in one of those hippy moments, but I'm not.It all started around 1:30 pm today when I paid my friend Tracey a quick visit. See, she has these docile, angelic teenage thieves that smile and stare at you with their big doe eyes then steal your money. In this case the $50 that I was going to use to pay my phone bill. How do I know it's them, after all it could be someone else in the house, right? I put my purse on the living room coffee table when I left to have a girl chat with my friend in her kitchen. No one else was in the house and I would have heard the screen doors screech if someone else entered the house because the hinges on her screen doors are in a dire need oiling. Anyway, I returned to the living room and opened up my purse and "puff!" The money was gone! When I broached the subject with Teresa she was defensive of her kids and didn't even question them, as I'm sure you're thinking any good parent would. No, a good parent wouldn't. A good parent wants to raise their children to be responsible for their actions rather than corrupt, scrupulous individuals who will strive to get whatever they want at the expense of others and ultimately to their own detriment because, hey, what goes around inevitably comes around . No offense to my friend, but her kids will be heading down the wrong path if she chooses to be an enabler. Where's the discipline? That's the problem with our society, we expect children to learn from themselves when they leave their mother's womb. That's the meat of the problem in my bad luck chop suey day- now on with the carrots.

You know how an ex is an ex for a reason? How one day you were struck by a bolt of lightning which awakened your consciousness to the fact that they're a cancer in your life? Unfortunately, I want to trust people, despite their evident flaws, and give them a second, third, fourth chance. After all, my motto is "everyone is good...some are just misguided." Though I dislike my ex, who so happens to work in the same building I work in, I accepted a lift home after my car broke down on my way back from Teresa's. Funny thing is, I didn't ask him for a lift, he offered to drive me home after hearing about my circumstance through the grape vine (which is a very long vine in my building). Being such a nice gesture, I accepted. I simply forgot what it's like to ride with this guy. See, unlike me, he wasn't risen in a cultured family...he spent his childhood in the white ghetto. His keen intellect garnered him a couple of degrees from prestige colleges, but he still acts like someone from the ghetto, despite his years in college. That is evident when you're speaking to him and the first word that comes out of his mouth is an insult and every word after that spirals down to ignorant gutter prejudice. Needless to say, the ride wasn't short enough and put me in more of a funk than I was in earlier. He's was right, I was stupid. Not stupid for leaving my handbag where someone can steal money from it-stupid to accept a ride from him. Of all the people I knew, he has the least potential for goodness or change-now for the rice.

After my very weary day in which I operated on only two hours sleep, I collapsed on top of my bed like a sack of flour and dozed off for two hours straight. This was around 7 pm. When I woke up I decided to do some writing and research on my brand new lap-top without using my ac adapter. As all lap-tops do after running out of juice, it turned off automatically so I had to connect the adapter to my computer. Luckily, I was only surfing the web at the time so I didn't lose any writing, which would have been even more annoying. After I connected the ac adapter to my computer I decided that a nice cup of coffee was the stimulant I needed to wake me up from the rem cycle I was still in. On my way to the kitchen, however, I tripped over the cable and broke the adapter (sigh)! At least I have a warrantee from Best Buys (they've got some pretty good deals on computers as well as CDs -check out their credit card which is 0% interest for two years). I guess I'll just have to call them tommorow and wait four days to a month for my brand new adapter so I can enjoy my new laptop.

Oh well, maybe tommorow will be better. Maybe I'll recover the fifty dollars and my ex will jump off a cliff.