Maybe I'll make a point to use this more. It's hard to say. I'm consistently entertained by Tess's updates on my friends page and feel indebted to give something back. But what do I have that compares to her anecdotes about working at an airport? About the annoying customers, the plane malfunctions swept under the rug, the precarious lives of ( Read more... )

Make no mistake. I went to a horrible, horrible college. People there rhapsodized about how elite it was, how much of an established "second Harvard" it had become, but it was pretty obvious from the general atmosphere that none of the science labs were going to cure cancer, or, y'know, that the manager of the transcript center could write in ( Read more... )

Sometimes there are stories so horrible you just want to be banal about them, because that way you'll come off as a keikensha, as a person who's been places and seen and done things. And somehow, I don't think I'm capable of doing that. I'm just too liable to get to the end of this story and type the E and W keys in rapid succession, because it ( Read more... )

It occurred to me how
when I was drunk
I thought of my sister
and when I was in Yokohama Station
I thought of you.

I'm on a bus right now, barrelling westward down a stretch of road somewhere between Tokyo and Hamamatsu. I think we're about to stop at a place called Tomei Yoshida, if the fluorescent signboard above the driver's seat is any indication ( Read more... )

Tonight was a bit shocking ( Read more... )

I was listening to some Nina Simone a little bit ago. I'm still listening to her, but that's irrelevant.

( not very juicy introspective stuff )

I have something to come clean about before any of the past four years makes sense. ( Here goes )

I didn't know you were funny now.

What makes you say that?

You were never funny before.If I had to relate all of my life experiences to sound effects, nothing has ever ended with a bang for me. If I were to look back from birth to approximately five minutes ago wearing onomatopoetic glasses, most every dizzying height or fatalistic happening I' ( Read more... )

If I put the events of today on a record, and then scratched it around so only little snippets broke through, it would go like this:

A bird shit on you!
Was it a crow?
No, it was a pigeon.
I'm pretty sure it was a crow. Japanese

Wan doru? English?

Dude, it's not hard to give yourself a break. An apology's never going to mean much. Just ( Read more... )