Hi all, sorry it’s been so long since my last post. I moved and just got the internet again, yay! Anyway, I’m living in a studio in Daikokucho, which is kind of the ghetto of Osaka. There are lots of foreigners here because the Japanese don’t like to live here. By ghetto I mean there are like 10 homeless people. I can walk to work now and really don’t mind the few homeless people. I saw more homeless people when I was living in Beverly Hills! Anyway, moral of the story, the ghetto of Japan is pretty nice. I finally got away from my crazy bulimic roommate….. boy is that a long story. The short of it is: she was a crazy, bulimic girl. After she messed up our toilet, she started to dump her puke in our shower, something I discovered during a shower when some of it came up. Eeeewwwww. Now I have my very own clean shower
The romance has ended, sort of …. It’s another long story, but the gist of it is that timing is a bitch. I always meet the right guys at the wrong time. My love life is a series of bad timings. I often meet the wrong guy and at the right time and then procede to have a very bad relationship. It’s no fair when it’s the other way around.