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I have, um, split personality disorder now. I think. As if I didn`t already. Or something.

Miroku now has his own DA site whereupon is posted pictures of his adventures so far in Kyoto. Please go visit him and see how I bring meager joy to my boring weekends! http://djnadenade.deviantart.com The little brat is more popular than I am. He was getting comments like burning earlier and already has five friends. Shit. I should have been plush. Writing like twenty entries in the voice of an anime character, and not just an anime character but one who is a doll...is a little...weird...

But at my keeboo is supportive! I believe my wives are too, I just don`t know it yet.

CHENYA THANK YOU FOR THE BEAUTIFUL OKITA LOVE! I FELT THE BEAUTIFUL LOVE AND I CURSE THE FOOL WHO CALLED HIM A GIRL! They didn`t even spell girl right, the jerk.

Anyway, I woke up this morning and..and I realized I didn`t hate anything about Japan! Well, it was more like I realized this on the way to the train station when I was not filled with loathing for everything. It was very surreal. Throughout the day I have continued to not hate everything about Japan, and to more hate people and things that annoy me and are not intrinsically Japan-related. I worry me.

What if...what if I START TO LIKE IT OH G-D I CAN`TTAKEITBND ILGUFisbxk!!!!!!

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I`m going to call Air Canada tonight to change my flight home.

And my birthday plans turn out to have been a case of misunderstanding. Ha ha...apparently "people coming over on Saturday" means the family of their oldest daughter, not my friends. OH BOY! JUST WHAT I WANTED! *stabs out eyes with fork* Their granddaughter`s birthday would be the day before mine, wouldn`t it? Mutter mutter...

Time has not been kind as far as talking to Pairaka goes, and for that I am displeased. Also I need something to read. Oh help. I should have asked for a David Sedaris book for my birthday.

Yes, Miroku is your daddy now. Or me. I`m starting to get us confused. If you see one of us, tell an adult and don`t touch us. Who knows what filth we might have been rolling in.

*filths away into the night*