Every Damn Day

There's this really good bakeshop at the airport that serves very cheap japanese noodle soup, I don't know if it tastes the least japanese because it doesn't even have anything japanese to call it like hiroshima pokemon or yakuza but I don't give a crap, it does taste good at five in the morning when I take the first flight out of town when my jaw and throat are too sleepy to be working on solid food at that time before daybreak.

I was about to get my soup at the airport yesterday morning but I bumped to this girl at the airport and funny, it was exactly two years ago when we were on the same flight.

(2008)

It reminded me that it was her birthday too, hell I have this strange knack for remembering dates. I forgot all about the goddam soup and ended with a conversation with her, I swear I was interested in her two years ago: she's pretty, she's nice and she could carry a great conversation, she's those girls who'd ask questions and listen, not like some girls who'd ask you about something for the heck of the conversation and pretend to listen and end up asking the same stupid question 15 minutes later, that almost killed me. Anyway that was two years ago, now she's married with a little daughter and that sucks, father time does rips reality to pieces with his scythe as he treads along.

I only brought one bag when I left home this time, and its those bags with wheels and a long handle to drag it with that makes you look like an all expensive stupid traveler all together. Hell I didn't want me looking like that, I only took this bag with wheels because I knew it was the christmas season and I feel traffic will be screwed like a clogged drainpipe that I might end up walking with it if I get stuck up anywhere on the road.

Traffic was pretty smooth to my hotel anyway, at least according to my directions to the taxi because the driver wasn't so familiar with the roads. He wasn't faking it though, earlier I heard him call some lady over his mobile phone, his wife probably and they were talking in some kind of remote dialect that sounded like it came very very far from here, I couldn't even make out their conversation no matter how I listened to it. I only heard 'christmas' and '19th' and it must be some big fat lie that goes like 'I'll be home for christmas on the 19th' that you'd tell your wife while working away from home when you wont even make it on christmas eve.

I gave the taxi an extra 20 buck for the ride, he didn't ask for it but I could be paying maybe another 50 bucks more on the taxi meter if I left him to figure out the roads by himself.

I had a lot of things to finish at work but I was able to pull everything off on schedule, and I had more than enough time to kill for the rest of the day, what I thought I'd do was get myself something new to wear for christmas, there's enough christmas sale to go around anyway.

There was one shirt I saw two weeks ago that I wanted to buy now, it had bold letters up front that said

EVERY DAMN DAY

Which said everything I felt in general, and almost in whatever order you'd say those three words. I didn't buy it two weeks ago before I flew back home because I felt fine and happy in a strange way, but now I'm back to being depressed and miserable that I had to have that shirt.

I got another shirt which I bought 5 minutes after I saw it, it had a silhouette of a stormtrooper up front and I have yet to have a star wars shirt for myself. It only had the stormtrooper up front and it didn't have any words or anything, and people would get the point that you like star wars with that shirt on and nothing more, unless you bought that shirt by mistake, or you're actually wearing the whole stormtrooper armor and everything and they'd call you a star wars retard.