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Monday, April 27, 2009

Long Train Runnin'

Now I am home and my eyes feel like they are only now realizing that they were never meant to be opened and they should just close forever.
Partly because of the retarded rash on my eyelid, thanks to some sort of mutant make-up allergy.
Also partly because I am very tired and ought to sleep. (Wonder why I'm at the computer typing THIS stuff, mmmm?) Probably YOU are also very tired, because only the VERY tired find themselves reading my blog, at the end of a long, dark tunnel of aimless internet surfing. Stop it, and go to bed.
If you're still here because you're thinking "I already started reading the post, may as well finish..." well then...okay, there's nothing I can do to stop you. But I CAN ramble on and on to teach you a lesson. But...I won't...because...I am too tired.
Does anyone else, when they read sentences in their heads, consciously think "ellipsis points"...? Maybe it's just me. I hope not, because that would be weird. I would feel very lonely.
I walked home from the train station tonight, bouncing around on my heels in the dark with a bag slung over my shoulders, earphones in my ears and "Back On Track" on my MP3 player. A strange old man came up to me and told me that it was dangerous for "pretty gaijin girls" to be walking in the dark because of "chikans". I didn't know what to do--I thanked him for his sweet word of warning and then walked off. I felt bad though, like maybe he thought I should call a taxi right then and there. Maybe HE was a chikan, and it was his sneaky tactic to get me to invite him to escort me to my house or something. Hmmmmmm!!! Hamano is a scary hood.
Anyway. I miss you, and I hope I get to see you again soon.

3 comments:

Anonymous Joans said...

mutant make-up allergy?!?!!?

WHAAAT????

4/27/2009 11:25 PM  
Blogger Sun said...

Yeah it is not really safe to walk that late...ki wo tukete!
And yes, I should go to bed soon...!
Anyway, love you a lot Flo!

4/28/2009 12:00 AM  
Blogger Florence said...

Hahahahaha. I love you, Joan.

4/28/2009 10:24 AM  

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