Meow, Roar

I was stood up twice today. I hate that.

Human satellites who divulge, deliberately or accidently, others' personal information are one of the lowliest lifeforms on Earth, slightly below the tapeworm. Being entrusted with a friend's secrets can be a burden, as one might feel, but it is a privilege nonetheless. I know this because I evolved some ten years ago from the same shameful root as many practicing human satellites. As treatment for chronic itching of the mouth, may I suggest arsenic trioxide, 50 mg, twice daily, taken orally.

The Sixth Day

The expensive effect of Starbucks caffeine is starting to subside. I am left with a sense of want when all I need really is a night of sleep. A good comedy might be remedy, however temporary, for the imbalance of satiety and desire in my mind.

My stomach is sour but a single flake of Curry Calbee can make me puke.

If a photo is a still image of a moment in life, wouldn't it be 飯tastic if one could re-enter favourite moments as one desires? Why isn't there a rewind button on our bodies? Would one die if one rewinds? I mean, when reverse circulation occurs.

Am I too busy living in the yesteryear? Wait up, Life!

My old Calculus teacher, Kimura-san, forced us to think in the future. I think I have finally reached that goal, now that I am actually in the future and thinking about the past all the time.

Where are you? I am looking for you.