Thank you.

I got my hair trimmed today. The barber called me tiger and tried to put wax in my hair.

To be honest, I just feel kind of violated.

note to self: don't die.

And I assume by 'this weekend,' you meant 'next week.'

On this date, October 26th, 2006, Noriaki wasn't worried about anything.

Damn it feels good to be a gangsta.

Some are terse, some are poignant, some run eight to ten pages long. I let it all hang out on the blank backs of corporate print-outs.

It is with deep regret that I submit this resignation...

My reasons are entirely personal and do not reflect upon the considerable shortcomings of those I leave behind... (I have no desire to castigate my fellow ( Read more... )

( self-indulgent, and babbling again. )

Another week vanished into fucking thin air. Off to Osaka in a couple of hoursearly tomorrow morning for a handful of meetings with our sister company on a career-killing new project ( Read more... )

Dear China,

Your food tastes like dirty socks dipped in grease. There is no need for it. Get it out of here.

All the best,
Akira

( i am trying to break your heart )