School girls flee from me in terror as I wave a broken, pointy stick wildly in the air. My eyes are hot with hate. I scream obscenities from the very bottom of my lungs. The sun beats down on me. It’s Sunday the 22nd, 4pm plus change. I’m sweating and hyperventilating. * * * It’s 4:10, I check my watch as I pass by the Izakaya on my way back from the train station. No one’s inside. No emails. No calls. It’s 32 degrees and as close to 100% humidity as a day can be without raining. Low clouds hang [View Full Entry]

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Every good series also has an episode that has no continuity within the plot that serves to shake up the mood before something really interesting happens, either that or the producer throws it in because he knows the finale is going to flop and he hopes he can bolster his average ratings to keep on the air for one more season... BEEF WARNING: The following contains mad beef. Vegetarians need not enter. I've recieved a couple comments and emails regarding the way I talk about other white people here, alot of it stemming from a quip I made in last [View Full Entry]

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It was Tuesday afternoon, (the 17th) I was getting blue balls from the weather report, each day another lie, another breath of false hope that the next might be sunny. Right now we’re in the middle of Tsuyu (梅雨 ) Japan’s rainy season. A point in the year before the really really hot weather starts, where the residents relinquish all hope of ever seeing the sun again and accept that everything sh*tty in your life is probably your fault and you’re too old to fix it. Go stand on the platform at a train station and look around at the general [View Full Entry]

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Some Typhoon. My Laundry didn’t even get wet. That still didn’t stop Hatsumi from calling a literal rain-check on the date she was bringing from Yamanashi for me. But when one door closes another door opens so it said. Seeing as I was going to be spending Sunday alone, I might as well be hungover. I went back to the Retro cafe on Saturday night to see if Master had that Rick Springfield song on vinyl and maybe some Masahito Arai. When I got in the place was crawling with indie kids. It was a crew of freeters who probably [View Full Entry]

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Teen Angst Warning: the following contains a scene of an angsty undergrad walking alone in the rain. Reader discretion is advised. - - - - - - Typhoon warnings had the nation paralyzed in fear. Train warnings were put out, mothers hid their children in fear and rescue personal assembled and braced for impact. I woke up Saturday morning (14th) and took a look outside. The sky was grey there was a medium to light persistent drizzle, the kind that makes opening an umbrella more of a pain in the ass than it’s worth. I showered up and threw on [View Full Entry]

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I spent the rest of the week snickering quietly to myself about the IRP. With Mr. Deguchi and Mr. Sakata out of the office till the 23rd and Mr. Kurita tied up in meetings along with most of the staff in my department, all of my bosses were gone so I had no work to do and nobody to ask for work even if I felt like doing some. I spent the better part of my work days hanging out front of the Reception desk talking about all the fancy places I was gonna take each one of the Irasshaimase [View Full Entry]

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Saturday Morning started with the second part of our double header. There was a spike high slide into home plate in the 8th and the next inning she threw a bean ball to get back at me and I charged the mound. Yuki kept asking me all these wac-ass questions (at really inappropriate moments, I might add) Could she take a picture of me while I was batting? How many other pitchers have I hit home runs off of? What were their names? Where did I meet them? What’s the kinkiest ball park I’ve ever played in? Would I be [View Full Entry]

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It rained all week from the 2nd 5th and I had work that made me wish for April days in college. Yuki had been sending me sexy pics of herself on her phone and fishing for compliments and then getting mad at me for dishing out all my nice words too easily. I went to Basketball for the first time in three weeks on the 3rd. Everyone was wondering where I’d been, I told them, work. You can use that excuse for anything in this country. I felt somewhat guilty for having sat out twice, on account of the Lions [View Full Entry]

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By Thursday afternoon I still had two tickets to the Tigers game for Canada day in Yokohama and no one to go with me. I had tried Miss Takahashi, every one of the receptionists, guys on the basketball team, Girls I met once in Yamanashi, I even asked Miss Takahashi if her friend would be interested. It looked as though I was going to be alone, literally and figuratively on my day of national celebration. Canada day has always been kind of troubling concept for me. Being a dual citizen and raised in a distinctively American household on Canadian soil, [View Full Entry]

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Tuesday the 26th: Afternoon I had a bunch of junk mail and more one liners from the jail-bait-twins, which I either deleted or ignored. I was in about as foul a mood as I ever get and I had work but I didn’t feel like doing it and I had enough time to procrastinate and pout so I did. I was sitting with my arms folded staring at nothing when another email came. It was Yuki: When do you have free time！？ I know you are going back at August. After your leaving,I do not know if I couldcontrol my mind [View Full Entry]

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