Life and times of the Asuka.

-Daddy Dearest decided he didn't like the rented apartment we have lived in since I was 1 year old (yeah, so about ... a lot of years) or the neighborhood (which hasn't changed at all) and got and bought another apartment. It's not too far from here, there's a bus and everything, blah di blah. Sounds okay, yeah? Except the building is at the bottom of a hill-slope AND the apartment is on the ground floor AND I get the room that faces the hill, so I'm losing my view of the sky and restful green trees to gain a view of a small grassy slope, an ugly tar path where people sometimes walk, a line of boxy-looking garages, and more unpretty hill. Sky? Hah.

What bugs me the most is that the path is on the same level as my goddamn window, or even a little higher, meaning anyone who walks by can look down and see me plain as day. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate. Goodbye, days of making faces at the computer, scratching various scratchy bits of my anatomy, and walking around in my bedroom in my underwear. That, or goodbye sunlight. My god, summer will kill me.

(It's kinda cute to see my dad fangirling over wooden planks, floor plans and prettily-shaped windows, though. Of course I would like it more if he didn't need an audience for his deep ponderings over whether this color is better than that color. Dad, I'm the artist of the family and I can't see any difference, as long as it's not flammable or toxic just take the cheapest. DX )

-( PAMPLEMOUSSE! (it shall not be said that sometimes I can't be REALLY slow.) )

-Why do I still have "X years after Garou" bunnies. Especially of the "let's invite Wufei in" variety. I'm so bad. XD;;; (but! there are sexy, exhausting, sweat-inducing, shower-needing three-way sparring sessions... ;__;)


-EDIT ( I love my Saropyon. XD )