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Entry Thirteen
Well, the resolution is still holding, amazingly enough. I probably won't make it past this week, as my least favorite holiday is fast approaching.
Valentine's Day. I would lay bare my secret cynical side and churn out an increasingly verbose and emphatic tirade on how unfair and shallow this troublesome holiday is---raping the hell out of my ( Read more... ) -
Entry Twelve
It's 2007 and I'm still around. It's 2007 and I still have a ridiculous excuse for a "wife".
Shit. I'm must be doing something wrong. My schemes seem to be falling up short this time. Yes, I've been mysteriously absent---blame school. I have had a lot to deal with as of late, and I've done a good job of not dealing with any of it.
I've also ( Read more... ) -
Special Entry: Blushing Bride
I called my mother today. We had a lengthy conversation which started in English, but lapsed into a very coarse Japanese yelling match as both of our tempers found their ends. As everyone has basically heard through the grapevine, I'm to be married. My wife came in a neat little box sealed with evil, from Russia with love. The hag set it all up ( Read more... ) -
[Entry Eleven]
Goddamn holidays. I drove for five hours in gridlocked traffic last night in order to be at home for the annual InoShikaChou group Thanksgiving. So far, there's no fewer than fifty "shared" relatives clogging the household, eating and drinking and generally being far too merry for their own good. If Chouji's mother and my mother have it their way, ( Read more... ) -
Entry Ten
So. Wench One made me sick. It went from cold to pneumonia. Somehow. Went to the hospital.
Did not pass go. Did not collect $200.
So that's where I've been---in bed, with my cat, trying not to hurk my cookies on an hourly basis.
My mother will not stop calling. Ino, you owe it to me to field her calls. -
Special Entry Part Two: The Aftereffects of the Auction
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I got bought by some slimy old man who smells like tuna.
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Special Entry: The Auction
[Backdated to 10/5]
Someone had better buy me at this auction, goddammit.
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I've never felt so wholly ridiculous in my life.
A pox upon you, foul wench. A pox I say. -
Entry Nine
Got a job at a local coffeehouse. It seems pretty laid back and shit, and I could use the extra cash.
Ino, Kin, you'll probably not be seeing much of me around in the near future because of that.
Be a friend and keep the sounds of your Shika-Free Celebration down to a dull roar.
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Entry Eight
Twenty-three tomorrow. First official full day of autumn.
I keep holding my breath, waiting for something to happen. Just something. I'm not even really looking for something large, something poignant---just something impressive enough to wake me up and sober up once in a while.
Ino, Shunmin took your present (YES, I GOT YOU A PRESENT WITHOUT ( Read more... ) -
Entry Seven
Chouji. What do children usually eat? Normal ones, I mean. Ones that have gotten tired of boxed macaroni and cheese, but who turn up their nose at fish. I’m no master chef, obviously, but I don’t think giving him Cocoa Puffs for the next week would be considered a well-balanced diet (Shunmin didn’t like it, so I can only assume that a child would ( Read more... )
