The most recent episode of Glee, Furt, made me lose a few teeth. It was so sweet.
You know what? Drinking a bottle of wine and then trying to read Shakespeare is a terrible idea. Shakespeare is surpassingly musical and your mind, my mind actually, keeps trying to find the correct rhythm to put the words to. But there ain’t no rhythm. I can’t do this. Argh!
Perhaps I am getting old, but I think all of my friends are psycho. Like on sugar or some shit. Scary, cracked out, screaming stupid shit into the air crazy.
Work today was cool. I actually had a grand total of one (1) kids classes. Oh the joy! The one class I had was actually an event/model lesson. I had to teach some very small children about Thanksgiving.
I actually hate teaching Japanese people about Thanksgiving so I made sure to say Happy Thanksgiving once.
I really don’t know why we bother to teach Thanksgiving to kids here. They don’t know what turkeys are and haven’t had any of the foods that we are introducing in class. I am starting to get tired of blank stares every time I say, “Pumpkin pie”.
Oh my GAWD!!! Magic the Gathering is finally on the Playstation 3! I might have to stop playing COD:BlOps for a while.
Tumblr is weird sometimes. I have to fix my last post later today. The numbers are all wonky.
I don’t like the name of my blog any more. 南亀, “Southern Turtle”, doesn’t really feel right anymore. Time for a change.
How can you miss a blanket-like layer of dust on the ceiling? It looks like the ceiling in this station has been spliced with a herd of black sheep. (Sheep travel in herds, right?)
At what point does dust become dirt? Is there actually a difference between the two?
The guy walking towards me is cute. His hair is doing something special though… that’s interesting….
I think I put on too much cologne today. I can taste my air. Maybe I sprayed it in my mouth. I vaguely recall going a bit high on my neck. Maybe I misted my face.
There are worse things than tasting your cologne though. I could smell like shame and defeat or a Japanese business man/woman which is essentially the same thing.