(whisper) 7 daysss...

...till i come back to the states! yea-uh!

wait till you see my Oh!

this cool girl named kay thinks its funny (and a tad bit F'd up) how some people in japan don't appreciate a good-samaritan-door-hold. now why do you think this is?

a.) they don't say thank you

b.) they don't even acknowledge that you're there

c.) you end up being the doorman for twenty + people who again... don't say thank you.

d.) all of the F'n above.

Fuck yeah its (d).

I wouldn't mind being your muther f'n doorman if at least you f'n said THANK YOU.

i luv it how my grandparents think i have no life... which i admit i don't... but please... i had plans... i had plans to surf the net for jobs, watch a japanese-dubbed korean drama, eat, eat... but no... i had to drop ALL my plans for them... walk in the rain which i hate to do cuz my jeans manage to soak up the pacific ocean and red sea combined, buy meat at this special shop... which i admit is really good... but having to go out of my way to buy it is no fun... but i guess it was worth it. shit. then my grampa doesn't understand how to use his little tape cassette thingy... i had to rewind it fastforward it play it stop it flip the tape from side A to side B... just so he could understand that there's nothing after side B... grandparents. priceless. i'm all pooped out.

i'm so very tired right now... its 3:41 in the A to the M... but i need to update to keep up with my new goal.

so that's it. that's my update.

peace.

thanks for commenting! i was kinda getting worried about the whole talking-to-myself-ness... but then again... i talk to myself a lot... what can i say... i'm an only child.

anyway...

i know i'm in japan when:

i have to take two maybe three showers a day.

sit next to a guy on the train reading a men's fashion magazine on how to take care of his skin.

...

i swear i had more... i was thinking about it on the trains like "ooh... this is xanga material"

but i don't remember now. whatever. time for some zzz.