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Date:2003-07-23 23:01
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Mood: nostalgic

[[ooc]] *Blows dust off of this journal*. Gah. I feel like writing in here again. Will probably post some Yuki-centric 1st person POV journal entries/fanfics that may or may not bear any continuity with any of the other posts here.

I miss this place... ;_;
[[/ooc]]

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Date:2003-05-08 21:28
Subject:Well fuck...
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The brat's been whining about giving Sophia back, because he never expected that singer and my brother to be so upset over this. No fucking way. He forced those cats on me, the least he could do is to let me have one as a token of his gratitude. Besides, it was plainly obvious from the first day that Sophia clearly liked being with me better than being mixed up with the rest of those furballs. She certainly doesn't seem to be sad and depressed to be here ~_~x

He's threatening to withold sex if I don't set things straight. Hn, apparently he forgot how effective it was last time ~_~x

Anyway, I'm done bitching about that. I'm in far too good a mood these days than to let a few tedious people ruin it for me. I went out and bought some crystal bowls for Sophia's food and water. And then I bought her this mouse toy that squeaks when she squeezes down on it with her little paws, although she's too tiny right now to squeeze hard enough to make it squeak, but she's working on it.

Withold sex my ass >_

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Date:2003-05-01 23:21
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Mood: annoyed

My dear sister, to answer your question as to whether my boyfriend knows where 'that kitten' came from, I can only answer with this. Shuichi isn't stupid. Granted, I haven't exactly discussed it with him, but I'm pretty sure that he's aware that all mammalian creatures EXACTLY come from their mother's cooters ~_~x

.........

Now... Would you look at that! Sophia's doing that cute head cocking thing she did the first time she wandered her way in here and watched me work!

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Date:2003-04-19 09:09
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Mood:urgh

Plan A: Give them all back - minus Sophia - and hope that they don't notice one furball missing out of the bunch.

Plan B - Regretfully inform them that she accidentally slipped out the front door where neighbor's ferocious rottweiler caught her and ate her.

Plan C - If all else fails, try to reason with them about why it would be best for everyone involved if she were to stay here.

... yeah right. Reason...
Urgh, this is going to be a long day ~_~x

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Date:2003-04-16 23:10
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Mood: sore

For the wife's birthday, I gave him a kitten. I gave him Sophia. I mentioned something about her being as cute as he was and he melted right in front of me.

Then I let him fuck me. Oww. Been a while since we tried that *wince*

I probably shouldn't have given him the kitten when it was never mine to give in the first place, though...

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Date:2003-04-15 22:23
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Mood: okay

Ah fuck, I forgot to lock that last one. Oh well. Screw it.

I changed her name. I decided that she was far too elegant and refined and graceful, so I'm calling her Sophia now.
She climbed into bed with us last night. That little slut, jumping into bed with a guy she barely knows... Just like Shuichi did *Snerk*.

And this morning she was curled up against him, sleeping against the side of his neck... Kittie kisses feel like wet sandpaper rubbing against your skin.

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Date:2003-04-13 00:49
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Mood: touched

Mental note: I need to double check this entry to make sure that it's private. I have a reputation to maintain afterall.

So here's the deal. Earlier this evening while I was getting some work done, one of those furballs snuck into my office, hopped up on Shuichi's chair and just stared at me without budging for a good fifteen minutes. I looked over at her and told her to get lost because she was distracting me, she sort of cocked her head and made this cute little mewling noise.

Goddamn, that kitten understood me.

I might have to rethink this whole dog training thing. That little calico - I think she's called Tempura or Soysauce or something, they're all named after food, I can't remember them all. I think I'll call her Shu-chan - she'll be very sad if anything were to happen to her brothers or sisters or mama.

Damnit, I'm always a weakling for a cute little face.

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Date:2003-04-12 23:34
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Mood: pleased

So.

I go out of town on business for one day and I get back to find the apartment infested with a bunch of goddamn cats. ~_~x

Hmm... Who do I know who has a bunch of cats and has a reason to drop them on my doorstep while I'm out of town so that my sweet boyfriend - who can never say no to anything - would accept them on my behalf?

*ponders*

They might come in useful, though. My next-door neighbors have this giant, ill-tempered male rottweiler who they are trying to train to play well with other animals, (the woman is expecting a child sometime this summer, and they don't want the dog to eat it, or anything). And I owe them a favor. They collected my mail for me last winter when Shuichi and I took our vacation to North America so the least I can do is lend them a kitten or two to help train their vicious, 60 kg, unneutered Chibi. n_n

Eat my shorts, Eiri Indeed. n__n

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Date:2003-04-02 06:28
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Geez, why does everyone have to take me so seriously? For the record, I didn't make any mock proposals about Vegas and getting married by some drag queen Liza Minelli impersonator while an Elvis impersonator serenades us with Can't Help Falling In Love.

Jesus, if I tried that, I wouldn't get laid for the rest of the fucking year! Give me some credit, people!

I told him that I was dying of lung cancer instead.

I figure this way, even if he's pissed with me for joking about something serious, he'd be too relieved to hold a grudge or withhold sex or whatever when he finds out that it's not true. And besides, nobody has the heart to nag a dying man about quitting smoking, like he usually does *Smirk*

Sure it was heart wrenching to watch him come apart emotionally as his mind processed the news as I broke it to him (and I just have to say, I'm rather proud of myself for being able to pull that off with a grave and somber expression on my face the whole time).

But the sex last night was so worth it. Even if he does withhold sex for the rest of the year, it'll be worth it just for what he gave me last night! Nothing beats angst sex, There's absolutely nothing better than that. *Smirk*

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Date:2003-03-31 23:53
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Shuichi,

I think I want to marry you. I think I want to fly you out to Las Vegas and find one of those tacky chapels and swear to some god that I don't even believe in that I want your hand in mine, that I want your heart, your soul, your body. I want everything that you are. I don't even care if they'll think it's a joke or that it's not legally binding. I don't care if we have to get married by some drag queen Liz Taylor impersonator. I just think I'm ready to have the world hear exactly what it is that I feel for you. I think this is maybe what's been missing from my life. I'm sick of having something as temporary as a boyfriend or lover when I know deep down that you're so much more to me than that. I started writing these stupid love stories because I was searching for something that I was convinced did not exist, and yet you've brought that to me, and I want this. I want your family to see what I feel for you. I want my family to see what I feel for you and...

Jesus, Shu, what have you done to me?

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Date:2003-03-22 13:21
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Of course I'm not actually gay. I'm just going through a stage of life where I happen to be interested in another guy. That is all.

[[ooc: that's just an old yaoi cliche that I felt like using ^_~]]

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Date:2003-03-17 19:26
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Mood: tired

Back in Japan now.
It wasn't pretty getting here.
We fought, he cried, he made me feel guilty for making him cry, we fucked, he cried some more, and I couldn't take it anymore so I'm back in Tokyo.

Home Sweet Motherfucking Home.

I decided what I'm writing for my next novel. A tender love story where the heroine develops a degenerative brain disorder (in that half of her brain mysteriously disappears) and in order to restore her life to her full-brain days, she needs to get a brain transplant, and the only donor who is a match also happens to be her devoted lover. Much angst and fucking and soap-opera medical bullshit will ensue. I'll probably kill him off and put him out of his misery.

I hate my life ~_~x

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Date:2003-03-13 00:05
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A dilemma.

My old girlfriend who we're staying with wants me to stay here longer to help her run this writer's workshop thing she has going. And I have no idea if I want to stay or not. Shuichi's getting restless. He misses his friends and family. He wants to go back to living in that crowded little city and resume his life as he knows it. And me, well, I'm not sure if I want that. I was miserable there. It was getting to the point where getting up every morning and sitting in front of that laptop to churn out the same old crap that I've been churning out for the past 4 years, and dealing with the agent and editor and all of that just made my gut clench in dread. I fucking lost my mind because of it. Why the hell would I want to go back there?

The truth is, I have no idea if that's what I want. I'm 24 years old and I still have no idea what I want out of life. I enjoyed this holiday. It's been such a pleasure to get away from everything that was keeping me up at night, not dealing with people I didn't care to see, not having to write shit that I don't feel like writing anymore. I don't even know if I want to write anymore. Maybe this isn't my true calling in life. Maybe I should have remained a monk, or hell a doctor, lawyer, tour guide, what the fuck ever. I really don't know.

But he won't like it. He doesn't want to stay and he sure as hell doesn't want to leave me alone with her. I see the dirty glances he fires off at her when he thinks I'm not looking.

Why can't life be easy for once?

I suppose I should let my sister and brother in law know what's going on, before they get their 'friends' involved in tracking me down.

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Date:2003-02-24 00:17
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Oh, and I was going to mention what the wife got me for a birthday present, but he begged me not to because he's embarassed that his mother and sister still read this thing, so I suppose I'll have to write that in a private entry. Ah well...

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Date:2003-02-24 00:06
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Mood:fuck it all

Happy fucking 24th birthday to me.

Twenty-four. This is the last year that I will be closer to 20 than 30. Goddamn. And what really sucks is that it feels like I was 20 just yesterday. I was 20 and the hottest 'young' author on the market, and now here I am. 4 years later and I'm a fucking veteran still churning out the same crap as I did back then and pretty soon everyone will be sick of reading the same garbage that has my name on it while they turn their attention on some new talent, and then I'll be nothing more than some washed-up has-been. No, a never-was.

I'm going to get wasted tonight. I want my head to hurt so fucking badly that I don't remember wallowing in my own self-pity right now.

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Date:2003-02-07 22:57
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Mood: determined

It can't be helped.

I'm still not ready to deal with those people just yet, so I decided to pack up and continue this vacation elsewhere. Like Canada. One of my old girlfriends lives in Calgary, I'm sure that she won't mind taking us in for a couple days. Or hell, we'll stay in a sleazy motel if we have to. I don't really care anymore. I have some unfinished business to do here, and I'll be damned if I let those meddlesome people fuck it up.

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Date:2003-02-06 23:35
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Mood: irate

The power went out last night. The brat wouldn't stop playing with my lighter and somehow managed to singe a bit of my hair. I would be angry over that, (I mean, my whole head could have caught on fire, and I'd be bald - the look that my sister and brother's father wants for me. ugh >_<) but I have more urgent matters to be concerned with right now.

My family, for instance.

So. I get a call from my sister. She just wanted to thank me for the lovely letter and photographs I sent her of my trip. What the fuck? I didn't send her anything. I'm trying to avoid those people, and I certainly wouldn't draw attention to myself by sending them a fucking 'wish you were here' letter. So I told her as much. Then she said 'Oh, that's right. Thank your boyfriend for me'. Damn! I know I explicitly told him to keep his mouth shut ~_~x

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Date:2003-01-23 22:29
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Mood: good

Chocolates, red wine, massage oil and a book of dirty poetry. Life just doesn't get any better than this.

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Date:2003-01-20 15:10
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Fuck, it's cold.

I don't care though. No meddlesome relatives here to annoy me. And I never told them about this place, in the event that they feel like hunting me down and and bothering me with their 'advice', so I don't have to worry about them here. And besides, I have a heater, and food. And there's nothing quite like fucking in front of an old fireplace. So yes, the frigid weather is of no concern to me here *Smirk*

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Date:2003-01-16 14:33
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Mood: annoyed

I had a less than enjoyable talk with my brother in law the other day... He's getting all meddlesome in my life again, saying that maybe I was too quick to move and it's because I'm always always reacting before I think things through that I'm so prone to anxiety all the time. Fuck that shit. Since when did he decide to start acting like my goddamn mother?

I don't need to put up with this crap. I think it's time for me to ditch this country for a little bit. I have a house near the ocean in Maine in the United States that I wanted to use primarily as a summer home, but it'll do. It's not like I plan on hitting the beach or anything. I just need to get away. I figure that if we could get away from this place, then maybe I can get some answers as to why the past month is a complete blank to me.

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