Confession: It's a damn good thing that I don't have alcohol around the house. If I did, I would have been tempted to play a drinking game with myself, by myself. For every time I run into a familiar character name my eight-year-old creative diary out of a sheer number of times that I mentioned him, I would have had a drink. Doubly so for every time I was scheming a way to get him together with another character. By the time my sister would have come home from her long shift at work, I would have been long dead from alcohol poisoning. And the cats and dog would have been scavenging parts of me.
I remember being this way. It was fun and miserable simultaneously. Always up for the drinking party, with a group or myself. Always searching for that great feeling but never quite getting there. I don't miss that, mostly. Did almost die from alcohol poisoning that wayn didn't quite drown though.
Confession: I like to explore empty office space while mimicking a nature expedition tv show host. "Over here, we have the staff room, where the creatures known as "employees" come to eat, drink and complain." Girlfriend finds it halirous. She actually joined in on the quest to find "that one cockroach" every office cleaner manages to miss.
In Osaka, it would be a question of "which one?" " Found it! " "No, no, that's George. He's Rina's pet, he's a nice bug..."
That seems too direct. Shouldn't it be more like.... "Uh. Maybe there is a roach here, Toyotomi-san." "Hmm, maybe there is. I think someone has a pet roach, Honda-san." "Perhaps it's name was George-chan?" "Perhaps" "Then, I hope George-chan isn't under my shoe" *splat* [Insert ehhhh] "Whoever owned George-chan will be sad. Perhaps we should take this to the boss?" "Perhaps"
I really am not a fan of buffet style eateries. Just not my thing. Yet I get dragged to them every once in a while, and you kinda make do. But I don't think of Sizzlers as being a 'classy' place, anymore than McDonalds is. However in the 90's they sure did try to make it look way nicer than what it was.
Oh, that's nice. How about Think instead of thing. That might make more sense. It's never as funny if you have to explain or correct it....
Growing up, I never called my parents "Mom" or "Dad" and always just called em' by their actual names (as I was so used to hearing them address each other like that). Still have that do that with mom even today, only using it when mentioning or talking about her with someone else.
Confession: I had a scare. I went with Dad to pick up a water heater for our house. After doing so, we stopped at a gas station out of that city. After getting change back, I started exiting. I walked by a guy walking in. I didn't think of the fact that he was bald and white until I saw the red and white symbol on the front of his shirt- and froze up in panic. I thought that I was standing face to face with a Neo-Nazi. I really panicked, and darted past him, paranoid and fearful that he was going to try and ruin my day just because I was a mixed race woman standing in front of him. Then I thought about where I had seen that shirt: Umbrella. An evil corporation from Resident Evil. And I was relieved once I remembered that symbol. I didn't come into the series when I was a kid, but from 2011 on, I knew the series. I ended up laughing on my way back. Because all I saw was the red and white in the shape of a symbol, and my paranoid mind twisted it into something awful. Dad couldn't believe that I was "scared" of Neo-Nazis, and maybe he has a point, but I'm not taking my chances. He's not the one who has to worry about a hate group. I somehow love Dad, but he's out of touch.
I once had a professor who contracted rabies by punching a neo-nazi in the mouth who attacked her. Apparently he had been living in a cave for months. Be careful of those guys, you don't know where they've been.
Even if that was a joke, I wouldn't doubt it. That's why I'm glad that it was just a fictional symbol I saw.
