Today in class we were discussing my ideal women, and being facetious I said that I would like someone who spoke only Japanese; had lots of money; and was very beautiful (kireina). Or at least that is what I wanted to say, what I actually said was that ideally I would end up with someone who could not speak English; who was rich; and whom I hated (kiraina). As the subtly of my facetiousness was lost amongst my poor vocab selection, my classmates now think that my ideal partner is Paris Hilton.
Recently I have been getting a bad back, probably as a result of using a floor chair that is too small for me. In order to rectify this problem I turned to my old friend Craig’s list, which quickly found a solution. After making the necessary arrangements I was due to pick up my new chair at 14:00 from Setagaya station, yet upon arrival the place was deserted. I waited a good fifteen minutes before giving the seller a call, whereupon I was told that she was waiting for me in Sengawa station. As Sengawa is in the Setgaya district, and because I am an idiot, I had obviously confused the two. And because I couldn’t be bothered to trek out to Setagaya, not to mention the fact that I had already wasted a couple of hours and about ¥600, I decided that my back could join my Japanese language capabilities and go straight to hell.