Blame It On The Pocky
So Fresh has been working crazy crazy hours since his promotion. He gets home around 9 at night and leaves before I do in the morning. Haven’t seen much of him or had a chance to talk.
Yesterday he opens up the cupboard and finds a Berlitz CD I got from the library.
“You’re learning Japanese? Since when?”
I wonder if he thinks I’m having an affair with someone Japanese? Buwahahahahahaha!
P.S. To Crabby: I promise to leave David Suzuki alone. He’d probably just bitch to me about the fact that green wine bottles (which most red comes in) are not technically recyclable.