Oh god I just hurt my back so hard. I meant to type "some how" just then. Not sure how "so hard" came out. God damn, futon why you gotta be all like that?

Wow. 255 Deviations and 95 Messages. I guess I know what I'll be doing when I get home. In 20 more days.

Japan, as ever, is rocksome. I think this will probably be the last time I'm lucky enough to have someone help me pay for the trip, though, so it'll be a while til the next time haha. It's funny because last time I was here I was trying to do as much as possible thinking I would never have the opportunity again. Yet, here I am a year and a half later...

This is only the third night here, but it feels like we've been here forever. I don't know. I guess it's because I already know this area (around Nara) really well from the last trip, and I'm used to the train system and the people and the language barrier already.

Anyway. Natchan Orange. Greatest drink in the world.
Sushi from the Kiosk. Most delicious.

Editsssstits:

Molly Malones in downtown Hiroshima is really cool just so you know. And fuck I am tired. I think we're going to Miyajima tomorrow if it's nice out.

The drapes in my room are 98% transparent which does not go well with the Japanese tendency to stare. oh well.

Shit I lost my train of thought. Fuck toy stores for only having Mobile Suit Gundam/Gundam Seed models. Ten years I've been looking for a Deathscythe Hell Custom model kit. Come on, Japan!

Best two bottled cafe au lait brands in Japan: Blendy & Boss. Boss Coffee logo: [link]

Classy.

Did I mention that the season is now over? No work for four months alright.

Also, last night of the first annual end-of-season company vacation. Eight women in a gigantic house in Charleston for three days. Loving my job right now. Charleston is amazing.

Going to Raleigh tomorrow for a few days. I think I should just make it a habit to go off romping for a week with all of the ladies I love. It's the greatest.

I feel bad for whoever is still awake in here, but this laundry smells horrible and is covered in sand, and there won't be time to do it tomorrow. And it's not my fault that the house has ridiculously high ceilings that make everything echo/reverberate/permeate. Or that the washer is a top-loader and super loud. I really hope the dryer isn't as bad...

ilu all

brb pouring hot tea on mac-adamia.














omg I'm so tired I can't wait for this season to be over. =_=
& I wish I was in Toronto eating pizza and drinking mudslides.

brb lighting desk on fire with hookah coal








*waves down passing peeps*

aim me strangers. I am so god damn bored.

Spending large amounts of money really makes me feel like one of the ventricles in my heart is working slower than the other.

And like I might pass out.

Or throw up.

Or ask if I can take it back.

Or cry.

Possibly all of the above.

$1300 on rail passes. Someone revive me. I think I'm about to panic.

Three weeks in Japan is worth everything I have... right?

Jesus Christ.

Why does fun cost money. Why does the economy suck. Periods because I don't expect answers.

I'm going to curl up in Iwakuni because I'm too afraid to spend more plastic money that I don't have. Tongue flail.

In other news, if anyone feels like meeting me in Japan between December 8 & 29, it can be arranged. And, Kiwi translator man who I met on a very crowded Kyoto bus in June of 2008, whose lap I did not mind so much being forced to pretty much sit on, I'll be expecting you.

MONEY WHY