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I told the dog off for trying to aggressively cuddle me (there were claws and teeth ok), so she huffed, and puffed, and stole my jumper and is now cuddling the jumper instead of me. She seems to be very pleased with herself.
The birches are fornicating in my eyes and lungs and nose, and give me an irritating tiny little headache that’s kind of like someone poking at the back of my head with a bobby pin, and the combination of allergy meds and pain killers makes me fall asleep in about five seconds, so currently my options are “unconscious” or “pissed off”.
irtsaperkele replied to your post “I washed my face with the face-wash-thing I last had in Japan, and was…”
Oh man I know the feeling. I get all nostalgic with smells I associate with Nagoya. Like “hot asphalt swamp ass” and “malfuctioning A/C underground”. <3 I’d go with you in a heartbeat if I wasn’t so poor.
We should have Tracon pay for a special Nagoya trip for the WCS alumni. Becase Tracon obviously has Lots Of Money.
I washed my face with the face-wash-thing I last had in Japan, and was really disappointed, when there was no smelly Nagoya outside my bathroom door.
Does this mean I might actually… miss Japan?
(Yes. Yes it does. If someone would just give me a bit of extra money and then maybe go with me, I’d be buying tickets already.)
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