Do you admit to letting others push you around? Who's pushing you around now? Who's hitting on you now? Who's the pervert hitting on you now, knuckle-nicks? Has he successfully perverted an ethic? Has he destroyed a doll body?
I love you. And I miss you. And you better be taking care of yourself.
In other news, I saw my first lantern festival parade tonight. Next Friday is Buddha's Birthday, you see. Me and Whiskey Tango Foxtrot made kind of a meandering, clueless day of it. That guy's alright, even if he does think entirely too much about how the world will end. He knows kung fu and shit. (No, I'm serious... he does.) My favorite part of the whole parade was ending up right across the street from a fucking Pizza Hut, so it's in all my photos, ruining the mood. And now, I gotta get my ass to bed so I can tackle three whole days of classes before SPORTS DAY! SPORTS DAY! My favorite. And a three day weekend.
My life is nonstop agony. Obviously.
I'll leave you with a photo of our reflections in the glass around a pagoda (so mysterious!) and some cool old bicycles. Because I love you. That's why.