It’s currently typhooning outside. It’s been doing this all day. If you’re new here, a typhoon in Japan just means a lot of steady rain all day. Basically it’s just here to annoy the fuck out of everyone. Yesterday, I bucked up and visited the lady parts doctor in Japan. It was actually one of… Continue reading Friday and Saturday…
I’m having mad anxiety right now. This morning when I went to check CM, it was light yellow and cottage cheese like (which is gross I know). Now I’m pretty sure this is a yeast infection. However, my OTC medicine from America expired and I just threw it out last week. Now since Japan is… Continue reading Thursdays are not good days these days…
I think people have a gravity to them. It’s an unusual phenomenon, and some people pull stronger than others. I think I have a fairly strong pull. After all I pulled Kunzite into my orbit and together we pulled Kotono in. Rei very much got sucked in by my gravitational pull as did Shingo. These… Continue reading Gravity…
I got out of bed. I ate breakfast. Then I promptly crawled back into bed. Motivation to do anything is hanging around zero. I’m feeling like garbage. Physically I’m nursing a tiny hangover and mentally I’m nursing my shattered ego and fighting that depression that just wants so badly to surface. I have a Japanese… Continue reading At least I have the music…
My back is killing me and I have diaper rash. It’s from wearing a pad and riding my bicycle. Yeah, file that under shit they don’t tell you. You can get diaper rash from wearing a pad during your period. All thanks to being a girl. Today I made the ultimate fuck up. Earlier this… Continue reading On faux pas, the sofa, resistance, and happy days…
Despite a nagging want to talk to him all day, I’ve not contacted Yuichiro at all. He’s looked at my Instagram stories as per usual but made no attempt to contact me today. On Wednesday he said he’d turned off his Instagram notifications. It’s suspicious at best, and I can think of two reasons he… Continue reading Yuichiro…
I feel like garbage. AF (scheduled for approximately Sunday or Monday) decided to rear her ugly fucking head early yet again. The first day is always the worst day, and if I could I would just chow down on Advil all day and lie in bed. Unfortunately, today I had to work and that made… Continue reading AF doesn’t equal fun…
