I like people being nice to me. Can you believe that most people find me to be sweet? Fools!
I don't. I think you're Y-Generation to the bone. But I'm looking forward to
MARRYING you. *~ FIXED!
F - Japanese people are still super-polite. I've been here 6 years and have no plans on living anywhere else soon. Good food, good jobs, good people = good times
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Oh, no shit, man. i HATE you!!!
p.s. If you should find yourself in need of a Big Sis, just send a one-ticket, and i'll be THERE, in a heartbeat!
Where do you live, again? i lived around the Atsugi Navy Base ~ went to school at Camp Zama ~ we lived on the economy for a couple of years, until the dollar devaluated against the yen ~
yeah, while i lived there? 360Y to $1, and you could use 100Y coins in ANY vending machine as quarters! It went up to 400, but just for a little while, and shortly after, dropped to the point that my family moved On Base.
On the way to Japan, ...
oh, fuck...
My peeps were SO FUCKING COOL!!! They made SURE we got to sample life, as we pleased, and never limited my bro and me. My flippin' FOLKS took me, and my little bro (me-20mos) to see Deep Throat. This was in the days that, if someone 18 or older was with you? You COULD get in! rofl
Well, we were suitably shocked, and pretty well horned-up, and the NEXT thing that happened? i had to save my bro from a "street vendor" of DRUGS!
Then, i went to Japan, discovered Buddah stix, O, LSD and herb. It was ALL OVER, right then.
As soon as i saw the truth ~ it's what we GIVE that's valuable, NOT what we hoard ~
everyone, and i DO mean EVERYONE, in my family had to hate me. That's pretty sad, but they've never forgiven me for not using what God gave me to make something.
Actually, if they'd told me WHAT to make, i probably would have been amenable.
But, alas, it turned out that what they wanted me to make was bizarre ~ to think up things, and/or to parlay my intelligence into MONEY.
My mind isn't for sale. i share it, freely. i don't really need money. i could still live, if all i counted on was myself. Well, i mean, i'd HAVE to become a vegetarian, but i'm so close to THAT, right now.
OH, yeah! i'm blathering, again.
i'm NOT a "fit" mother, and my peeps let me know, in NO UNCERTAIN TERMS, that they would NOT allow me to raise my son,
so y'all DID catch me out, sort of, over that... i'm no mom. As much as i love him, as much as i could want only good for him, i gave him up to the alchies, and just prayed that it was the right thing... He's my little brother, AND my son, 'cuz they adopted him away from me.
And now that he's like 31 years old? i'm afraid that they convinced him that there's a good usage for me.
i talk about "they" a lot. That's 'cuz there IS a "they." i've met them. i was so little (not
just young, you know? i was, well, i don't think we have a better word than vulnerable.)
Sorry, Riley. "They" were, and ARE, human. How can i tell? They want human things, nothing beyond, no understanding, just THINGS.
brb ~ bathroom break