Since coming back from LA my life has been crazy, not as crazy of course as all the people affected by the earthquake and tsunami in Japan. Admittedly so, I’ve spent the last few days glued to the internet and my cell phone looking for signs of life of my loved ones and friends who were in Japan. Interestingly enough it was finally getting in contact with a man that the loathed that gave me a little bit of hope.
I had very few boyfriends in college, but the few I had made it a point to show me everything awful that can come from having a penis. I’ll just call him Y.Y. Well, Y.Y was the frist Japanese man I ever dated and I think I did so mostly because it cheesed my dad off. I got my karmic retribution for that in the form of actually having to have a relationship with Y.Y.
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