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Not only are my Takumi Panties, well, Takumi panties (XDDDD), they're also really cute and really comfortable. I would go and buy a whole pile of them, except at Y840 a pair... *doesn't want to go back to old stretched-out underwear, should not have spoiled self with expensive things, must do laundry more often*

I dreamt that I was really skinny, like skin-and-bones skinny. It was gross.

My eyes are dry and I wish I could crawl back under the covers with Tabitha warm and soft and purring against me. Right now she's curled up in a little kittyball on top of my futon, taunting me.

My NaNoWriMo fic outline is still growing. If I ever get this done, be warned that it contains Angsty Oishi, Somewhat Evil Fuji, Original Female Characters, Comfort Sex Shishido (okay, not exactly XD) and a Gratuitous Trip To Okinawa!

The Sweetest Thing A Teacher Can Hear

When I turned in my diplomatic passport and got the last of my things from the apartment, I thought that was the end of my embassy days. Turns out I was wrong, and this evening I started giving lessons there again. I'm glad both because it means more money, and because I barely get a chance to speak French anymore. C, the first friend I made in Japan and also my only francophone friend here, moved back to Canada in July, so since then my French has been limited to when I have guests, Skype with my mum, and one hour a week with another private student.

While I was waiting in the lobby for my student to come meet me, I got a delighted little shriek from the receptionist, who used to be in my Beginner French class, and similar greetings from two other former students. They all told me they were very sad that I had left, and could I come back and teach again? A few days ago I got an email (about something else) from another embassy employee, who said she missed my lessons and that "no one is as good as [me]". While it's always nice to hear something like that, tonight's reactions have got me wondering who took over the French lessons from me -- how bad are they?!

In all probability, it's the spouse (of an embassy employee) who has little to no experience teaching a second/foreign language to adults. And of course I'd seem great in comparison, because most of my work experience is just that, teaching French to adults.

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Having some time to kill in Shibuya this afternoon, I stopped by Mandarake to browse and buy. I must say, InuKai doujinshi frighten me, and that's just the covers! I've got no problem with Kaidou acting like the uke-iest uke ever (because he so would with Inui XD), but WHY MUST THE ARTISTS DRAW HIM LIKE A FRAIL LITTLE GIRL WITH HUGE BAMBI EYES?!? This is the guy who basically runs a marathon every day and spends the rest of his free time lifting weights. This character who looks like he weighs 90 pounds soaking wet and like Inui could snap his wrists like nothing?

Is not Kaidou.