Drinking...

I went out last night after work with some friends for some sweet fruity bar action (which was lovely as always) and today I've been thinking...as I sometimes do...about the whole drinking thing. I've been listening to a lot of bitching from other foreigners living in Japan lately about how Japan sucks and how much better (insert country name here) is in comparison and so on and it's all I can do to stop myself from leaping across the ugly brown table (the tables in the staff room are really ugly) and stabbing them in the eye with my pen. If I have to hear one more self-absorbed chia pet whine about how boring Japan is in the midst of some really boring story about how they're broke again a week after payday because they've been out drinking every night with their boring and equally whiney friends at the same lame ass gaijin bar that every lame ass gaijin in the Chiba area goes to I may just snap.

I know Japan isn't perfect but for the love of god who goes to another country expecting it to be?! Last time I checked Canada wasn't exactly a shining paragon of perfection either. I love Canada but I don't think it's betraying my own country to love Japan as well. This was actually what one bone headed ass monkey had the nerve to say to me recently. I find it so frustrating to sit there listening to people who spend all of their free time drinking in the same bars with the same group of boring foreigners who spend all their time drinking in the same bar with the same group of boring foreigners telling everyone who will listen (or who happens to be stuck in the same staffroom with them) about how boring Japan is. Not them, or their lifestyles, oh no. Japan. They see nothing farther than 20 minutes away from their home stations and yet feel comfortable saying with absolute authority that Japan has nothing to offer them. Where do these people come from? Honestly.

Okay, that's my spaz attack for today. It's kind of funny that I started this post intending to chat about the fun time I had lasst night and then I got to thinking about the dickheads and voila. Spaz attack! Sorry about that. Anyway, I must go pay attention to the dog as it's currently amusing itself by doing something that makes a sound suspiciously like paper shredding. I can hear it but I can't see it. I've been taking a time out but I think my time out has sadly run out.

Slugs and hisses and whitey ass kickin' wishes,
Ange.