My membership is up in less than a month, and since I haven't been very active in almost a year I doubt I'll renew. Most of my favorite SGs are gone and the place just doesn't feel the same with so many girls and photosets, and half of my friends list are no longer members! I guess I've always been more of a fan of blogging elsewhere anyway, but I shall miss the SGers (I do read your journals even if I've been scarce). A few photos from Japanland (and my Christmas trip home):

enjoying the japanese snow flurries


my halloween makeup


my students


my rad glasses and reeeally tired-looking boy


playing katamari on new years


thom, the world's most lovely boy


cute japan-thing!


Ja, ne! <3

I'm back, on a sort of trial basis. I am also, as you may notice from my newly update profile, in Japan. While I contemplate this apparent change in environment and attitude, I will leave you with a few photos:

I'm in Japan now! *sniff*

My dear friend GoGo has finally joined the ranks of SuicideGirls today! Go check out her freaking awesome set, Battle Royale style.

The hedonism of last night's

++hedonism party

pretty much makes up for the embarrassment of earlier yesterday.

My brain feels very nice, and I believe something previously out-of-reach to be imminent.

Today I am going roller skating, at Skate USA. Shit daaaaawg.

Sometimes I wonder about SuicideGirls, where it is going and why it is no longer as entertaining as it once was. Things come to mind: too many girls, oversaturation, better blogging comments features on Livejournal, and questions about whether this manifestation of Third-Wave Feminism is the ultimate objectification/domination of women by their own institution.

the knowledge that someone is out-of-reach for you can be fucking depressing.

I feel really uncomfortable when people confront me about anything.

jitensha

This last week was one of self-indulgence bordering on the absurd. I found myself going out every night except Thursday, drinking every night I went out except Saturday, and ending up abnormally drunk on two occasions. This extreme reaction is a belated response to the long period of social abstinence wrought by my last boyfriend. I want to be surrounded by others with unusual consistency and ardor. As overly indulgent as this little foray has been, it seems to have revitalized and expanded my social world considerably.

At some point, I loudly proclaimed the masculine similarities between an oversized outdoor grill and a pair of testicles. At another, I terrified an innocent cat by landing my head in her water bowl.

As if alcohol overuse wasn't enough, I can now pretend to smoke fags with all of my (ha) cool smoker friends, and someone has made me a special brownie.

Being terrible at Twister provided the unexpected entertainment of watching (yes, mostly male) friends in compromising positions.

My dreams are frequently disjointed, bizarre. Once there was the nightmare of a boy with an internet girlfriend; he kept a giant white cow with multi-colored painted hearts all over its body in his backyard.

Ridiculous obsessions of course continue for the sheer entertainment of it all, despite the constant intervention of reason.

You might say this has been a very good week. Yes, you might.