Workaholic Hostess

Baldy's over his stomach thing.

We're getting on the train now!

Here goes nothing. Hope I don't injure myself...

Seeyas!

HAPPY 2010!!!!!!!!!

I remember you liked this song and played it on youtube a lot when you were here!

I just paid rent to my building manager, and he gave me a bar of Ghana chocolate to say thank you! And I guess as a kind of Christmas present. How sweet. Literally!

This is probably only going to amuse the three people who can read Japanese that read this blog, but I just found this on youtube. The Chain, with hilarious Japanese subtitles.

I just think it's funny and kind of wrong to have lyrics up when you're watching a musical performance anyway. Subtitled lyrics, even funnier.

Last night, while eating Habibi's cooking, she recounted the following adventure she had when buying mushrooms for this dish she made.

I bought this same mushroom, one very, very cheap from Don Quijote, the other expensive from this market here. I thought, "why one cheap, one expensive?" then I came home I opened the package, one mushroom looks like this (she sits up straight and makes a big happy smiling face) the other one look like this (scrunches up her face and slouches over)."

I couldn't stop laughing. I've never seen a smiling mushroom. Except on Super Mario.
I finally took back some of the dresses NPF returned to me (well, left in a corner on the floor for me to take home without ever saying a word of thank you or even telling me she brought them back for me). Oh my GOD, they smelled bad. So, so, bad.

Last night Electra said,

"I suntanned this morning."

By the way, it's winter here in Tokyo. I asked her what the hell she was talking about, it's freezing ass cold every morning, I know because I have to go out in it to catch the train for work. She said "no, it was warm around 11:00." Obviously our ideas of what "morning" is differ.

"You know we don't get sun, so it's good for us to sit out in it whenever we can."

I thought, you know what, she's right. So I sat out on my balcony just now. It was nice and sunny, if a little cold. Except I kept feeling like the people in the apartment across the way were staring at me. The building has reflective windows so who knows what's going on inside.

Then Baldy called me, and we're doing our regular Saturday routine of meeting up at the Starbucks and talking shit until one of us has to do something.

Seeya.

Ichihashi was finally caught. It only took police almost three years.

He somehow managed to have a job and get lots of plastic surgery, despite being one of the most wanted men in the country.

This picture shows that he was starting to look a little Michael Jackson-ish (taken around midnight last night while being brought to Chiba police from a ferry port in Osaka, he was on his way to Okinawa apparently).

He's the guy who killed the 22-year old British English teacher, buried her in an unused bathtub on his porch, then ran away shoe-less when eight cops came to arrest him.

Story in English.

I hate the Korean. I hate him with a passion, he makes me want to throw up, he makes my skin crawl, I can't STAND him, and I want him to disappear.

He is disgusting.

I wish sleeping was like recharging your batteries. Like it's 9:24pm right now, and I'm planning on being asleep by 9:30pm, and hopefully sleeping for nine beautiful hours. How awesome would it be if that meant I didn't have to sleep the next day? But life doesn't work like that.

I've cleaned my room, but haven't done the laundry yet. That will have to wait until Tuesday.

Goodnight, y'all.

Whoa. Remember this guy?

Who embarrassed Japan by appearing completely wasted at the G-7 summit? Well he was found dead this morning. If you ask me, it was some kind of overdose. The man was obviously addicted to sleeping medication. Apparently he was only 57. He looked a lot older.