I suppose you could say since this is my blog, you could look into it and see my cynic's reflection. But I think as long as we're talking mirrors here you should take a good look at yourself. And contemplate just how much you wish it were my reflection looking back, cause it's a mirror, so it'd be yours. And I'm hot.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Grrrls


Well, today was interesting.

Matt (the person whose room I moved into) left today to go back to America, and he left behind some goodies in the closet which I immediately searched. I found his old laptop, which could have been the greatest treasure trove of porn of all time, but unfortunately there seem to be some hard drive issues, i.e. there's a bad connection or the drive is corrupt, and so I won't be able to use it as I had anticipated. That is, for playing games I can't on my Mac.

I talked to Christy today which was nice, because we kinda had a sappy convo about how we're grown up a lot since knowing each other, and it made me happy in a very contented kind of way. I told her she ought to come out and visit me, and she reminded me once agian that a lot of my friends are still in college, and that's just not financially possible. True. True.
Amanda, after a long conversation the other night which actually made me consider a little more seriously the rest of my life when I get back to the states, pulled an amazing full reversal in true Amanda style by not only implying that she's dating one of her exs again but then taking it upon herself to share her satisfaction in tracking down some related info with me. My ass cheeks and her lips have a date. The kind with kissing. Kissing my ass, that is.

After a pretty typical day at work, I came home and was sitting on the Nagareyama line when Natascha, my crush, comes outta nowhere and sits down next to me. This happens almost daily now for some reason. Last night on the way home from Ueno, she and I were on the same train. Today on the way home. Last week when I worked in Shin Matsudo, I ran into her on the train, then again later that day when I was on my lunch. The odds are preposterous, but I'm not complaining. As I was getting off the train, she invited me over for dinner some night, which I wholeheartedly intent to take her up on. She only lives one stop down from me, which has irony that only I understand.

Bryan doesn't like her cause she's really really curt, and kind of a coldhearted bitch sometimes. I happen to think that's really hot.

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