Solo ramen. Again. The guy behind the counter knows my order now. We don’t speak. He just nods, I nod. It’s the most intimate relationship I have in my life right now. 夜の静けさが腹に染みる。(The silence of the night seeps into my stomach.) I am a profound, hungry poet. A gorgeous, lonely poet. I am going to buy a cat. No, my apartment doesn’t allow cats. I’ll buy a tamagotchi. Watch it die. *sigh*
I don’t even need you to do your job WELL, I just need you to do SOMETHING. Thank you! I screamed this in my head today. Biga Bosso just stared at me. Blank stare. The lights are on, but nobody is home, folks! I am going to lose my mind. I am going to snap and start wearing sweatpants to work. Just kidding, I would never do that. I have standards. But I am heavily considering eating his stapler.
I have achieved god status at the local arcade. The teenagers fear me. They tremble before my retro-American might! I speak fluent Japanese but I threw in a “Yeehaw” just to confuse them. They scattered like roaches! HAH! I rule this neon kingdom! But then I went outside and it was snowing and I realized I have to go back to my unheated box. My kingdom for a space heater. Seriously. Help.
Merry Christmas! I’m stuck on a damn train. DAMN TRAIN! DAMN AIRPORT VAN! Everyone looks so depressed. I’m wearing a vintage red tie, trying to bring the cheer, but these people are vampires. Energy vampires! Biga Bosso gave us a “holiday bonus” which was literally just him not yelling at us for ten minutes. W00T! Best boss ever! I’m going home to talk to my laptop. Don’t contradict me! *smack!*