They say not to node while drunk
Well, I'll tread with caution leaving only monarch footsteps in my wake.
I've encountered my first serious and negative impact of being in Japan. A friend I adore absolutely is now forced to leave the country because of the combined effect of her company fucking her over joined neatly with the Visa office's almost American tyranny. Shit, peace like a river? It has been none too discreetly redirected.
It is a sad day when I buy Sake from a 7Eleven, not to mention dinner, and the kombini becomes my adventure for the day. Fuck this heat, in both ways I guess. My thick ass blood is a fever-pitched rage of throbbing red. Anger is the last ingredient you'd add to such a volatile substance. Hell, my salvation for the day was discovering that izubachi is in Japan at the moment. Salvation is temporary at best and I soon discovered that he will be gone in a matter of days.
Fuck
Shouganai, as they say. Not much meat to the matter, here, not much content to be appreciated. Forgive me but I needed to vent. Whining has never been an art I've practiced well.