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Monday, January 12, 2009


Well it's a downright happy new year and I'm glad to be innit. 2009, my second decade of life. I won't be selfish and I will share it with you.
It started off in much the same fashion as last year--with everyone's big big plans being squished and shriveled from massive and fantastic into small and just right. My home suffered no visitors except for Jonie, so we razed the roof at karaoke and in the livingroom with a 50in TV (and ramen).
On the second I had a Kando Bando show and many dramas trying to get there. They had to actually go ahead and start the first set without me, so I had a good laugh when I got there and saw Steve with his "Kent Cobain" hairstyle and a snivvelly nosed-face trying to compensate with some wicked gyrations.
I went back with the tired Tateyama-ites looking forward to some good vaca and ended up getting sick halfway through my first day. It was all good at first cause I knew I had it coming, and I was just thankful that it was after Christmas that I actually dropped with it, but then it kept continuing on and on and getting better and getting worse until I finally pulled out of it with a nasty cough and cold that I am still entertaining in my head.
Yesterday getting dropped off on my way back from the mountains, I got to go to Narita airport for the first time since I was a kid, to pick up some people flying in from Taiwan for retreats and things. It was pretty nutty feeling so weird and out of place around so many gaijins speaking so many different languages. I gotta get out, man.
So today I'm glad to be home. I love coming home to a clean room, being able to walk around a house that is warm pretty much all over, having a shower that is blasting and HOT, a bed that does not slip off in pieces during the night, and having hot coffee in the morning that I didn't have to take from someone's private stash.
But I miss you and I wish I'd spent more time with you.


Anonymous Kari said...

Don't you mean "Kurt Cobain" or is there a famous musician by the name of "Kent Cobain" that I am unaware of (which is very possible)?

1/13/2009 12:53 AM  
Blogger Sunny McNair said...

good stuff. love bed slipping off in pieces and the private stash of coffee part. love you.

1/13/2009 11:01 AM  
Blogger Florence said...

Kent Cobain is the amazing fusion of Kent Hovind and Kurt Cobain's hairstyles that is currently happening on Steve's head.

1/13/2009 3:01 PM  
Anonymous joan said...


That was funny.

1/14/2009 11:23 AM  

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