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Almost forgot it was my mothers birthday. Actually i DID forget. I called her today and apologized. She said she didn't do anything for her birthday, but one of my aunts gave her pajamas. I asked her if she's doing anything this weekend and she said that the San Francisco Saturday Japanese school she teaches at is having an 運動会 (sport's day). How cute! I don't remember having a sport's day when I went. Which is a good thing because I would have hated it.
I told her to mentally prepare herself for Dancer Girl visiting later this year. She's looking forward to seeing my mother and going wine tasting.
I'm exhausted.
Another girl was molested, killed, then chopped up and thrown out in the trash. Why!!????
Little sister is passed out and taking up the whole bed.
I could hardly keep my eyes open at work today.
I am so behind on my day time work.
Boxer emailed out of the blue, right when I was almost about to forget all about him.
A scary psycho customer came in and mama almost locked the door on him. I hate him, he truly scares me, and I don't know why he keeps coming in because he's technically barred from the club.
Mama's back to smoking. She quit for a few weeks.
Little sister spoke to Neon when he called me up drunk.
Chiba Girl and Mia are in a weird fight. Mia has a victim complex and thinks the world's out to get her stupid ass.
Another girl quit unexpectedly. So many girls come and go so quickly, I hardly even notice them.
I think that if me and Dancer were to start a family together, it wouldn't work out and we'd just end up being two separate single mothers.
Etc., I hope I get to sleep tonight, with all these thoughts spinning in my head.
Dancer Girl's girlfriend M-Girl was performing today.
The words Sadist and Masochist have been adopted and distorted into the Japanese vernacular. They've been abbreviated to S and M, and it doesn't refer to a sexual fetish. It refers to whether you are passive or aggressive or enjoy being controlled or enjoy controlling.
M-Girl is just ridiculously M. If a man treats her badly she feels like she's been given a dozen roses.
Anyway, she had broken her toe so she was cut from almost everything, poor girl. She was amazing though, she looks so confident and on fire on stage. Too bad she's a disaster in real life. She's always doing things like injuring herself before big performances or auditions. The god of dancing doesn't protect our M-Girl.
So this marks her first real lay since her separation from her husband. And she wouldn't sleep with her husband after the first few months either so it's really been awhile. "I've got to be careful. Once I start having sex, things get out of control," she said. She better check herself!
The drive home from Shinjuku was so much fun. Drove through the Korean neighborhood I used to live in, passed Boxer's boxing gym, went down the big main street that Cookie used to gun down when she was dating that cheating English guy, past my ex-boyfriend's Akasaka apartment building, through Roppongi crossing and to my house. Jasmine and post-rain cement and a cool breeze were in the air.
A weird semen smell was also in the air. I think it's some tree, because I always smell it every year around this time. Cookie noticed it too. We'd smell it every few blocks, and I'd announce "semen!" and she'd go "yeah, I smell it too."
I feel a little bad about saying this, but Dancer Girl is just annoying the hell out of me right now. She gets really obnoxious and loud and crazy when she's drunk, and she's always drunk. How come drunks always need to be the center of attention?
And she does this annoying thing my mother used to always do, where she just doesn't have a filter between her brain and her mouth. Like when she told me the Handsome Dentist was an Aquarius, I quietly said "oh that's not so good, my last two Aquarius boyfriends ended up hitting me." Before I knew what was happening, she turns around and shouts so everyone can hear, "You don't hit your girlfriends, do you!?" Making it look like I said he looks like someone who did.
She does this type of thing ALL THE TIME. I'm almost scared to open my mouth.
Last time we hung out, Best Friend pointed out all the bruises -- which she knows are because I'm Japanese -- and asked about the weird welt/gash on my hand. She's sober and has her life together, so I hate telling her about the stupid things I do. But I mumbled something really quick like "I drank too much and woke up with some bruises." She gave me a "poor you" face and put her hand on my shoulder.
My heart broke for myself a little.