Ukifune’s Neighborhood

Charlie brown christmas tree..

Tiffany Monroe Evans 6 lbs 5oz, 19.5 inches

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.

 

This is the wound from the chainsaw accident two weeks ago. This picture is not too pretty so you could imagine what the before pictures looked like.

It is healing well. I should have minimal scarring. Although the tattoo is a whole different situation. Originally I was going to have it fixed. It did look like this:

 

But I have decided that I am going to move Gideon's name to the begining of the tattoo and have a chainsaw put where the scar will be. So it will be about a year before it gets fixed. I want the scar tissue to mature all the way before I do anything with it. But it was a beautiful tattoo.. oh well.