July 2008 Archives

So I wait, and flirt, and he flirts back and wracked with guilt, I finally tell my boss. That's okay, she says, between clenched teeth. I hope you both will be very happy together. She shoots eye darts at me, and I know if this transfer doesn't happen, she will punish me for this. The thing is about me and London, we haven't even been together. Not exactly.

And now I've had my interviews, two hours of them, and I sort of feel like I've just slept with this guy but still don't know if this is what I really want. What I really want, I think, is to spend the next year traveling through Asia, not working at yet another job in what can only be considered a ridiculous career choice. And yet I can't stop myself from wondering obsessively, is he going to call? I mean, he may not be perfect, but he is pretty cute.

plastic food everywhere
hordes of people sleeping in nightclubs so they could wake up and rave more
sushi in 7-11
insane photoboothes everywhere
ramen
the ramen museum
green tea flavored everything
drunken men screaming in the subway "speak english with me!"
6am trips to the fish market
holding a note and remembering that astounded feeling when I was a kid and heard that something was worth 10,000 yen
girls in nightclubs asking, while discofingering, "this is how you dance in Ireland?"
getting lost in a since metro station for over an hour
plastic food