Welcome to Bush country.
I am in Houston visiting foleyartist1, otherwise known as WAGA TOMO. How I have managed without her all this time is unclear. She is basically my lifelong occasional third roommate, and we wakariau each other to the point of having our own gengo (understand each other to the point of having our own language, a bit of which I have just provided).
*waves to shayneko and il_pleut* We're in the same state! However I realized that we are in the same state like Jersey is near Maine. Texas = LARGE.
It is really very strange to me that I actually had to go all the way to Texas to see foleyartist1, not only because some part of me still has not truly assimilated the fact that she is in Texas now, but also because she and I really technically are not supposed to live this far apart. This means that the floating brain we share has probably been spending the last couple years in Alabama. Although it came back last night as we discovered that if it could only do anything, due to our combined and non-overlapping knowledge, it would be brilliant on Iraq foreign policy.
What's a Kerry/Edwards voter to do in Texas? Clearly, make sure the campaign sticker on her suitcase is visibly showing as she wheels it through Houston Hobby Airport, as though afraid that the effect of the chintzy rodeo souvenirs surrounding her will be to destroy her cultural identity.
Note for dead_stars and the rest of the Atlanta crew: From what I can tell, Houston and Atlanta suburbs are virtually the same, having the same strip malls and highways, with the exception being that the gates in the more diverse gated communities here do not actually function to keep people in or out, but are just sort of there as an attractive bonus. Also, it's a little less hilly.
So far I have met an actual honest-to-god Texan, cried to myself at a Japanese restaurant over the warm towels due to nostalgia and the menu due to reminding myself that I can't eat / am allergic to most Japanese cuisine, had to translate from MiAriGo to English in my head, and most of all...
Discovered the true meaning of "oppressive heat."
Apparently everyone in Houston emancipates themselves from the cruel master that is Houston weather by staying inside with the AC on all the time. As a walking-outdoors-oriented person, this lifestyle would drive me batty. However, it reminded me of the days in Tokyo when I had to decide between spending money on AC or spending it on food, and inevitably I chose to spend it on live houses, because at least bands threw cold water on you.
foleyartist1 o miss shimashita yo.
She just said, "Ima wa find my chapstick no toki."
WAGA. TOMO.
*waves to shayneko and il_pleut* We're in the same state! However I realized that we are in the same state like Jersey is near Maine. Texas = LARGE.
It is really very strange to me that I actually had to go all the way to Texas to see foleyartist1, not only because some part of me still has not truly assimilated the fact that she is in Texas now, but also because she and I really technically are not supposed to live this far apart. This means that the floating brain we share has probably been spending the last couple years in Alabama. Although it came back last night as we discovered that if it could only do anything, due to our combined and non-overlapping knowledge, it would be brilliant on Iraq foreign policy.
What's a Kerry/Edwards voter to do in Texas? Clearly, make sure the campaign sticker on her suitcase is visibly showing as she wheels it through Houston Hobby Airport, as though afraid that the effect of the chintzy rodeo souvenirs surrounding her will be to destroy her cultural identity.
Note for dead_stars and the rest of the Atlanta crew: From what I can tell, Houston and Atlanta suburbs are virtually the same, having the same strip malls and highways, with the exception being that the gates in the more diverse gated communities here do not actually function to keep people in or out, but are just sort of there as an attractive bonus. Also, it's a little less hilly.
So far I have met an actual honest-to-god Texan, cried to myself at a Japanese restaurant over the warm towels due to nostalgia and the menu due to reminding myself that I can't eat / am allergic to most Japanese cuisine, had to translate from MiAriGo to English in my head, and most of all...
Discovered the true meaning of "oppressive heat."
Apparently everyone in Houston emancipates themselves from the cruel master that is Houston weather by staying inside with the AC on all the time. As a walking-outdoors-oriented person, this lifestyle would drive me batty. However, it reminded me of the days in Tokyo when I had to decide between spending money on AC or spending it on food, and inevitably I chose to spend it on live houses, because at least bands threw cold water on you.
foleyartist1 o miss shimashita yo.
She just said, "Ima wa find my chapstick no toki."
WAGA. TOMO.