no, you weren't meant to understand that. just believe me when i say that i had a very good time in Japan.
although i don't think i could live there. well, maybe. ok, yes, but definitely none of that bean paste stuff on rice for breakfast. and those people are so friggin weird with arigato, gozimasu all the damn time. and if i go into one more damn department store, i'll hurt someone. seven floors of designer clothing for "young women," each one exactly the same, blaring industrial house, and what the hell does that shirt say? i thought it said "100% o.k. american flyboy?" oh wait, it did. my head hurts. and they all like the sex pistols, or maybe it was just the word sex. hrm...
takeshima dori is fine for me, thanks. not adopting the gothic lolita look, but still bought a pair of their shoes. so cute! well, if you like metal studs and six-inch heels. i know i do.
and yes, the jet lag. what time does my body think it is? almost 1 a.m. wheeee.
those flavored shaved-ice thingies were really good. strawberry, grapefruit, and the green one, which i could never figure out. darn.
bloody temples with all those damn stairs. please remove your shoes and place them in this plastic bag/numbered cubby and wander on the bamboo mats in your socks (the socks formerly known as white, now brownish-grey underneath), and snap as many photos as you like of the painted screens/zen gardens/really old temple bell.
no jet lag, really. but i nap now anyways. just because.
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wow... this is sad. i didn't even know you left!
<3...
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