...No matter how far a jackass travels, it wont come back a horse.
This morning, while brushing my teeth, I found that I have a tuft. It's just pointing up from the top of my head. And of course I've shown it to everybody. When my sisters reaction to the tuft was "You're so going to blog about it, aren't you", it occurred to me that (as always) things have happened and I've neglected to write about them as they did.
So, this week we met up with this guy we hadn't seen in a long time. He's got depression. The cherries were in bloom. On Monday Mils, our friend, bought a cafe.
There.
I've been getting to know Japanese youkai these past few nights. There are so many of them. The Japanese Wikipedia entry for youkai at a glance is a mile long. The idea of one day having gone through all of them is daunting, but reading up on youkai is also very addictive. They're a really sad bunch. Very much a current favorite is a type of youkai called Takaonna; looking like an ugly spinster, this youkai stretches at the waist to look in through the second storey windows of brothels.
Now I'm googling for pictures of brothels in the olden times. It's fast approaching 3 a.m.
So, this week we met up with this guy we hadn't seen in a long time. He's got depression. The cherries were in bloom. On Monday Mils, our friend, bought a cafe.
There.
I've been getting to know Japanese youkai these past few nights. There are so many of them. The Japanese Wikipedia entry for youkai at a glance is a mile long. The idea of one day having gone through all of them is daunting, but reading up on youkai is also very addictive. They're a really sad bunch. Very much a current favorite is a type of youkai called Takaonna; looking like an ugly spinster, this youkai stretches at the waist to look in through the second storey windows of brothels.
Now I'm googling for pictures of brothels in the olden times. It's fast approaching 3 a.m.