Mamoru is watching some Japanese TV show, and I poked my head in there to see what the fuck was going on. I thought he was watching anime because this absolute girl child voice was screaming in a pitch that I didn’t think was possible for humans to hear. Turns out it’s a regular TV… Continue reading I got my hair cut and I hate Japanese TV…
I think we can mark Yuichiro as officially done. I was holding on to some hope before that he’d come around. That everything would be okay. That was when he still watched my Instagram stories. Now he doesn’t watch them anymore, and I’ve lost every bit of hope I had that he’d ever be the… Continue reading Done…
I didn’t sleep well last night. I flopped around like a fish all night, and my Fitbit yelled at me this morning for my shitty sleep. Despite having zero motivation to do anything, I altered the last of four pairs of pants and cut out a knit top. I didn’t have the wherewithal to actually… Continue reading Stagnant…
Ya girl is confused as fuck and a whole lot of drunk, so I apologize in advance if this is a jumbled mess. I am home from a day of music. I didn’t see Yuichiro much. In fact, when I saw him at first I thought the mature thing to do would be to flip… Continue reading Yes I am an adult person…
It’s the weekend and Rei has run off to Korea to visit her dumb boyfriend, so I’m left all alone. In some spectacular news Naru decided to come to Japan for Christmas. I’m over the moon. With Naru AND Shingo here, it will be a Christmas to remember. This morning Mamoru and I had a… Continue reading Saturday blues…
I’m having a bit of a dilemma. I’d like your honest opinion. I’ll pose the question first and then write a series of anecdotes, so you can skip them if you want. When do you stop inviting people to do things with you? How many times do you ask them (and they decline) before you… Continue reading When do you stop…
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…
