I'd be lying if I at all tried to give the impression that I consistently love Japan. Be it indicative of my inability to deal with bad moods, or the gravity of some of the social problems over here, some days I really just want to hop a plane and go anywhere but back ( Read more... )

I'm thumbing through my mp3 player for something mood-inducing. I need Low, or some other Mormon singing something creepily. I want to dwell in a funk, rhapsodize on a mood, lament that my arms are so long it makes things difficult to let go. Isn't that deep!? All I want is for someone to fall in love with my distance. I assume livejournal is ( Read more... )

I receive a "Couples Romantic Horoscope" via email on a daily basis. I know neither where they come from nor how to stop them. I read them at first, with simplistic novel interest. They said things like, "Your honey and you will enjoy watching a movie tonight." I have doubts about these predictions on a variety of levels ( Read more... )

I had my first bout with simultaneous translation today. In one ear and out the mouth. It was like a sex position, except I don't find my Chinese co-worker that sexually viable--which isn't a slight against her, I'm just not into Chinese chicks. It wasn't difficult subject matter, just her explaining where she is, what her job entails, and her ( Read more... )

Back from China. The itinerary from last Tuesday sort of sums up the entire trip ( Read more... )

Also, I'm traveling across all of China tomorrow. For real. I'm not even being cryptic, I've got the plane tickets in hand and can already taste all those foods that have sexual innuendos for names, like Mi Fuk Yu but less obvious.

Life is supposed to be intangible, but I'm not interested in domains. What I'm pretty keen on, though, is lust for living. I can prove it's there. If I were to die and be frozen and discovered by aliens thousands of years from now, when they cut me open to make sure I wasn't a bomb, they would find a little blue ball inside me and never be able ( Read more... )

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I feel asleep in an MRI today. I was on my back on this hovering diving board, slowly being inserted into this giant tube like a piece of pez in some plastic Donald Duck face, and I remember seeing the brand name PHILLIPS tattooed across the top before I went in. And then I just sort of drifted away ( Read more... )

I ain't got the time, and if my Daddy thinks I'm fine...Are people still allowed to make you feel this way? Jesus Christ. Six hours on a Saturday shipped direct express from a cake-shaped palace in the sky. There was a welcome sign, an arrival terminal crowded with perambulating 40-somethings. We didn't know how to greet each other, so I found ( Read more... )