I'm back early. Forgot how damn boring Osaka can be. Forgot how much I hate hospitals.

Except for the nurses.

Because they're hot.


Kuro, I wanna get pissed. Because I'm legal.



( Private )

I need to go back to Tokyo for a couple days.

Toshiya. The shop is going to be closed. Sorry about that.



( Private//Hackable to close friends )

Whatever sexy bitch stole my roommate... I want him back. He's my awesome roommate, and he promised me lots of gay sex tonight~




Toshiya, I'm gonna start working mornings now that it's Summer. You can do what you want.


...

But if. I mean. You know. My taste has improved in his holiness's eyes...

I mean. Like. Do you. Like. I mean. Can you...



...Verdammt ................









Can you work this Thursday?

OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!!!


I'M GONNA BE FEATURED IN BODY-ART MAGAZINE WITH A COVER STORY AND SEVEN PAGES OF ART ALONG WITH AN INTERVIEW!!

OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!!





And in case anyone's wondering, I did type all those individual OH MY GODs.

Alright, for future reference, that is the very VERY last time that I'm ever going anywhere with a wanna-be J-rocker. Who happens to be American.

Seriously; if you're American, be American. If you're Japanese... well, you can be whatever the hell you want.

JUST QUIT SCREAMING "KAWAAAAIIII DESU KAAAA~" IN MY FUCKING EAR!!




Laugh it up, Toshiya. Laugh it the fuck up.


EDIT: P.S. Kuro. I'm thinking. And you know how awesome it is when I get thinking. A rare occasion, but awesome nonetheless.

Anyway. I'm thinking we should have an orgy.

Yeah; orgy. A fullblown orgy. Like. In our dorm. Hell, I'd even offer the lower room of my parlor. Just invite fourteen of them and us. Fourteen meaning... girls and gay guys. So they'd only be interested in us.

Yes/Yes/Awesome!Roommate?

It be's bad poetry time, kids.

( Cut for length/gore )

That's some creepy shit right there, if you'll pardon my French.

Kuronue, at the risk of sounding heartless, I have to ask you to behave yourself; I'd hate to have to KILL YOU.

That last bit was the part that made me sound heartless.



Also, to those who are interested, I'm going to be performing in a concert this Saturday; going straight from work at 8 to that. I'm gonna be singing, and it should be fun. The last time I did one of these shindigs, I saw a blond in the crowd wearing short shorts and fishnets. And only short shorts and fishnets.

Oh; I'll also be playing guitar here and there during the show. Just the more complicated things, or stuff that required three guitarists.

I think the band is posting flyers around, at school, etc.


Oh, and on a brighter note, Chris speaks with only a slight stutter now. Yay.

This looked like fun~ My cell number is a bit different from you all's, 'cause I bought it in another part'a the country. Naval family for the winnage.

2 - people who got a butterfly tattooed today
9 - girls who waved to me while I was taking my lunch
2 - girls who asked for my phone number
3 - guys I saw that would give Toshiya a run for her money - sorry, his money
8 - times this week I've had the hat on my doorknob to tell Kuro to knock first
3 - clubs I've hit this month. So sad.
0 - unreturned calls

This isso great. And the best part is, since my area code is different from y'all's.. you can't call me~! HA!

I hope none of you have forsaken your maternal figures this week. I know I bought my mother a very nice card and rainbow-colored roses, which I dyed myself.

Because I am a very nice son even if I broke her heart doing drugs and having sex.

I also took her on a ride on my bike. Because, dare I repeat myself, I am a very nice son.

Even though she screamed the whole way.

Listen, ladies: this is right up there with the decorative pillows (which we can't rest our heads on and you don't use to playfully beat your yoga instructor, Amber, at a slumber party, thus giving the pillows no point), the slouch boots (you can talk fashion all you want, but they look like grandpa's jowels on your feet), and eyelash curlers (they look like medieval torture devices, and aren't eyelashes curly already?). DON'T SCREAM. Okay? I don't like that. Unless it's in bed, I really don't like that. At all. It hurts my ears and my pride and makes me think like maybe you have an assplug in or something.

Don't ever indulge in those, though; they really hurt.

 HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KURONUE!! I~ LOVE~ YOU~ LIKE~ CHEESECAKE! I THEREFOR DEMAND A NIGHT ON THE TOWN!!

And if you wanna know how I found out... I'm just awesome like that.

Okay, so, as some of you may know, I've got a step-brother, 15 years old, named Chris. He's a good kid, but he has a nervous system malfunction or whatever that confines him to a wheelchair and makes it so he can't really talk. He likes bird-watching, though. He's not retarded, he's actually very, very smart - smarter than I am, in fact, but he just started getting clumsy a few years back. We've tried all kinds of surgeries to fix him, but nothing has worked.

Until now, that is. I went to visit yesterday, and he pushed himself, on his wheelchair, over to greet me, and hugged me with only a tiny twitch.

And he said my name again.

I can die happy? Yeah, maybe.



In other news - Kuronue, you like brunettes? Because a girl came into the parlor the other day with her blond friend and I got to talking - you know me - and she wants to meet ya, and the four of us can have a sexfest sometime. I decided that last on my own, but knowing the two of us...~

Alright, back and saner. Saw this goin' around, my drink was bogus and fluffy and whatever, so I'll just post this.

MEME

A) List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B) Tag seven people to do the same.
C) Do not tag the person who tagged you or tag "whoever wants to do it."

1. I spent the later half of my life in foster care.
2. Because my foster parents are naval, I've been in three countries and fifteen schools.
3. I have six peircings and 42 tattoos because I believe that personal body modification is a higher form of art. And let me tell you something about people with tattoos that is a very popular saying with the young folks: the difference between people with tattoos and people without is that people will tattoos don't give a shit if you don't have tattoos.
4. By the time I was seven, I had broken every bone in the left side of my body. Magnets stick to the pins in my bones.
5. I do not believe in God, because I do not believe it is possible for certain people to still be alive if God exists. But my stepfather is Catholic.
6. I can play guitar, drums, bass, piano, violin, turn tables, and I can sing anything you throw at me.
7. I've been smoking since I was twelve, and I don't intend to stop any time soon.

I'M TOO EXCITED TO PUT THE GERMAN FOR NINETEEN

GUYS

GUYSGUYSGUYSGUYSGUYSGUYSGUYSGUYSGUYSGUYSGUYSGUYSGUYSGUYSGUYSGUYSGUYSGUYS!!

MY BROTHER SAID MY NAME IN COMPLETION WITHOUT THROWING HIS ARM OVER HIS HEAD AND GURGLING LIKE A WEIRDO!!


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Okay. Back to the ICU now.

Hey, Kuro and.... whoever you are. Naked buddy. I don't suck with names. What. I've decided: drinking to the point of alcohol poisoning yet narrowly escaping is a go this weekend. Y/Y?

And Toshiyaaa~ I bought something for yooouuu~

And Kaaaaaraaaasuuuu baaaaaybeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~~~~~~! I demand personal attention.


ALSO!!
I got to tattoo a flower on the side of a woman's breast today.
This pleases me greatly.
In my opinion, all women should get a tattoo there. And they should all come to my shop.
Just... not until July. 'M booked.



And yeah, you know what? I listen to Britney Spears.
She's blond. She was hot back in the day.
She dances in short shorts.
Need I say more?

Alright, I get that that whole thing was a totally dire situation and it made me think "Oh lord I hope Kuro and his naked buddy weren't hurt" because I was at work at the time...

But...

...Is it wrong that I'm severely amused that "Kaboom Kaboom" by Marilyn Manson came on JUST AS THEY DID THE REPLAY ON THE NEWS?!

You know what?

Fuck this.

Fuck this.

I'm sick of this shit.

Kuronue, I'm fucking sleeping at work. Have your fucking friend over whenever you fucking please.


God damn it.

Borderline Personality Disorder?


...No, seriously. Borderline Personality Disorder? I think I liked being bipolar better.

You'd think after fifteen-some years of treatment, the damn doctors would know what the hell I am.

"Doc, my meds aren't working. I still want to kill folks." "We'll up it."

"Doc, my meds still aren't working, but I do have symptoms suggesting I'm taking medication for the wrong thing." "We'll up it."

"DOC, I NEED NEW MEDS NOW!" "We'll up it."

Like, hell. I mean, seriously.

Doctors are assholes.

It's times like these that I'm glad I have a bike: the traffic is all stopped up around that weird building, and I can just weave through the cars.

In better news, I don't work tomorrow and I feel like getting hammered. Wanna come, Kuro?

Raise your hand if you've ever had a tattoo done, watched a tattoo being done, heard a detailed description of a tattoo being done, or spoken with a tattoo artist about his trade.

Raise your hand again if you've heard him describe it as "painful", "it depends on the area", "it's like a hairbrush being scraped over a sunburn", or "it doesn't hurt at all."

If you got the last response, you have been bullshitted and should never, ever get a tattoo done by that person again.

I, Sakon, have gotten tattoos virtually all over my body. I have designed a great deal of them, and had them all done by my friend, also a tattoo artist, in the next city. I am not a pussy, but I do not like pain, either. Let me be frank: TATTOOS HURT.

"Why would they hurt, Sakon? It's only on the skin," you say.

Pinch yourself. Right now.

OW!

Didn't that hurt?!

You know why? Because there are, in fact, nerves in your skin. Except for your hair, there are nerves everywhere (and I'm not sure about the hair, so don't take my word on it). If you've ever gotten a needle, or had blood drawn, or anything, you should know - it fucking HURTS.

So, listen, kids. The next time someone comes into my shop for a tattoo, asks what it feels like, hears the words "It can hurt, but it's manageable" from my own mouth, and then screams bloody murder and claims that I did not warn them effectively when I begin the tattoo... I will slap you. Okay? Slap. You.


In other news, I'm going to my mother's on Sunday, so no one look for me.

And where is my Kagura-chan? I want my Kagura-chan.

I've been thinking about it rather seriously, and I've decided that if I were to be a tattoo, I would want the following:

1: To NOT be a tramp stamp. Ladies, consider this thoroughly. We call them tramp stamps for a reason.
2: To be a naked woman on the calf or thigh
3: A tattoo of a dancing cup cake. Seriously; who doesn't want a dancing cupcake branded on their body?

I always tried to listen
even when I disagreed with you
Selfish disposition makes it hard
for me to respect anything you do
Then you tried to push me,
but you weren't strong enough to get the job done
Then you tried to hit me,
but the back of your hand just isn't quick enough

You are a thorn in my side,
all my life you never left me alone
Thorn in my side, in your mind you wish I never were born
Thorn in my side, through it all I think you pushed me to fail
Thorn in my side, it's about time you're recognized
for your lies and your worthless alibis

[[OOC: Okay, so, this is mainly for Crow, but in case the rest of you want some laughs... Sakon, being a reincarnation of a ninja (for serious), climbed into Karasu's apartment via balcony and left a multitude of stalker-notes in the form of post-it-notes on all available surfaces. They basically go along these lines:

"I'm thinking about you...: -Naked, - covered in sweat, - with your sweet little cheeks illuminated by the candles I've strategically placed around you, -did I mention the handcuffs?"

"My tail wags for you so much my butt hurts."

"I wonder if you wouldn't mind being fucked like an animal."

"The next time you undress, please do it like a strip tease."

"Every great idea I've had usually begins with undressing you."

There are, of course, several others, but... use your imagination. Such is his brain.]]

Why not.

( Survey says--! SHOW ME TURTLE! )

I haven't seen much of Kagura recently.

Anybody know where she is?

Oh well, maybe she got preggers or something.



Anyway!

I, Sakon Otoro-Muscat, have successfully left work before 9 PM!

I also finished my homework today during lunch. I'll have to do that every day. It makes for a less stressful evening.

Kuroooonuuueeee!! I don't have classes tomorrow so I don't have to work until 1, and can sleep in. Wanna go paint the town or something?

I also got a great idea for lyrics today... I'll try composing it this weekend.
Maybe I'll even show you guys some of it.

...This... thing... was walking around campus.

I noticed a few things.

1) His clothes nearly gave me epilepsy.
2) His hair was the most divine shade of blond
3) Said blond was obviously natural. I'm an expert on these matters.
4) I'd hit that. And not with my bike. I mean, like, with vertical and/or horizontal intentions.

Note to self: INVESTIGATE FURTHER.




Oh wait. This is a public journal.


UM. IF YOU'RE BLOND, GORGEOUS AND WEAR NEON COLORS, PLEASE COMMENT HERE THAT I MAY HIT ON YOU.
Much love,
Sakon.


Oh, yeah, and I AM listening to Hello Beautiful. It happens to be one of my favorite songs ever. Don't judge me.