maypirate

I hope I did not embarrass Don with my last post. In all honesty, I was too lazy to go to e-mail, and since I was already at LJ...

I`ve been missing home things more now, even as I look around Kyoto and wonder if I really hated it all that much...

Oh, wait, yes, yes I did.

In fulfilling my "Akachan to Boku" addiction, I read a storyline where the main character`s class goes to Kyoto for a school trip, and I was like "Hellz yeah, I know where they are. I`ve been there." They even go to Shinkyougoku. I...I shop on that street!

Ah world, how you surprise me with nostalgic fuzzies and weirdness.

It`s not a matter of trying too hard in wanting Don to be reassured; it`s that I haven`t seen him online, and today is Saturday, so until Monday, no more internet for me. So soon I will return to the living fire of the love that is ICQ.

Last night Kevin and I won Totoro Makkurokurosukes and Mashiroshirosukes that are fuzzy and vibrate while most of the rest of AKP was at the AKProm. Then we wrote postcards like drugged-out psychos, and I coined one of the best phrases of my life, which is dedicated to Paola and is "You made your fuck-chair, now go fuck yourself on it." Kevin wouldn`t let me write that on a postcard and send it.

Probably a good thing.

I feel strange today. Happy but mellow, it`s amazingly sunny and my North Fox shirt turns colors in the sun. I want to hold a keeboo`s hand, murrr, and I`m not sure about this candy pop wacky Zard CD I got, but it was only three dollars, so I`ll keep it. And get more. Because it means spending money, and that`s what I do.

Bob and Decken got their packages, did anyone else? Japanese Postal Service, don`t fail me now!

Peace.

Con con con!