Of Bosoms and Breadsticks

(Auth. note: I wrote this earlier today, around noon. I’m going to try a more “flowing thoughts” kind of style from now on. Enjoy!)

Fuck. I’m hungry. And it isn’t lunch time for another twenty minutes. I’m in one of those moods where you want to eat, but you don’t exactly have a desire for any particular item. If there’s a name for this, I want to know because it plagues me most of my days and I hate to call it a long thing as “being hungry but not knowing what I want to eat.” That’s boring and just too goddamned long. I’m a busy man. I’ve got video games and titties to think about.

Speaking of titties, I struck out for the second time since I came to Japan. Meh. Well, not exactly struck out. We definitely got some of that lip locking going down on the beach while watching the stars. But then the booze started to hit her or something and she became a conjoined twin to one of her friends. Fuck if I know why that happened, but detaching them would have earned me a medical award of some sort. Sweet girl, but I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.

But while I’m not attempting the medical sciences, I’ve been doing my darndest to get in shape as of late. And by darndest I mean 100 sit ups in the morning and 15~30 push ups at night. Fuck you, I’m not in shape. I’m not exactly looking forwards to the bike ride I’ll have to make tomorrow as it takes up through a gently increasing slope that still manages me to pant like a beached whale. Yeah, yeah, this is what I get for spending my college years playing video games, eating garbage plates and dating women as lazy as I was. I love you ladies, but we never did hit the gym together, did we? Oh well.

Going onto the non-bosom topic, Crisis Core comes out today. As a 100% pure Final Fantasy whore, I feel like running over to the department store and picking it up after work. Then again, I just finished Metal Gear Solid 2 the other night and have been meaning to dip into 3. Never really got into it the first few times I tried. Damn camouflage and interactive “slam cigars into leeches” game-play just bogged down what was already good shit. I don’t mind the occasional wonky thing to be done in a game, mind. But interrupting it all to spend time healing specific wounds, meh. I mean, it does make sense in a way. Consuming a ration doesn’t work to heal a slash across the gut. But instead of making me sew it up, just let me go into my inventory, pick suture kit and have it done. Hell, make it take a while in game-time while he’s working his needle-craft, and if an enemy spots you oh shit! Run away! But the wound just got worst because you couldn’t finish it! Uh oh! Better have that anti-infection item with you. But don’t make me dig through menus to do it when the previous games let me just go select the cold medicine in my inventory after I start sneezing after being in the cold too long. Or something to that effect.

Well, it’s lunch time. Away I go!