So apparently this restaurant downtown that’s extremely overpriced offers 焼きそば (Yakisoba) on their menu. I’m kind of having a hard time breathing about it. The problem is, my mom makes it really well already and I’m not sure if the restaurant will make it properly or American style. I think I’ll just have to make it myself, to be honest. It will be cheaper and probably better in the long run. I just wish I had the ingrediants to make ソーキそば (Okinawan sōki soba) but there’s no way I can get my hands on the Awamori without paying out the nose.

I’m trying to read 52 books this year. (That’s a book a week.) But I just started this morning though and so I want to have five books read by February 5th. I’ve read Coraline, Getthing the Girl, and now I’m on The Alchemist. I really, really loved Coraline. Any good book recommendations? I’ve already read the Jonathan Safran Foer and Chuck Palahniuk books, and those that I haven’t read are already on my list. I’m only saying that because they seem to be a popular LJ recommandations. Sorry if this post was boring, I’m just sort of filling you all in.

I will try to do my vlog today. I already did it once, but part of it is ruined so I have to redo it. And I’m lazy. But I will try. After my bath.

Also, I wanted to say a quick thank you to those of you that write. Honestly, reading your words really helps pull my day together. My entire friends list and those with your own domains- Thank you. I check my list twice a day for updates.

That is all.
Cheers, cats.

I never understood, “This will hurt me more than it will hurt you.”
Does everything in life become reduced to stupid competition? Tit for tat? Two people are in pain together, and niether pain is greater than the other because you’re both responsible for hurting each other.
I always liked, “I’m sorry this hurts you. It hurts me too.”
Or even, “I’m sorry you hurt. I hurt too.”

Last night I went for a walk and two boys rode by on their bikes. They couldn’t have been more than twelve or thirteen years old and they were both smoking cigarettes and calling each other “mother fuckers”. I suddenly imagined, as I sometimes do, that this was a strange scene out of a low budget indie film reminiscent of Gummo. Then I thought how sad it was that these kids are wasting their lives on cigarettes and trash talking to compensate for what they probably feel at their current ages are small penises.