1) Goodbye sexy lovers. 2) Hello Kitty is a slut.

So a few of the sexy lovers from my work have decided to move on up and leave us alone in the dark in Hashimoto as the winter of our discontent slowly creeps in. Stella, Marcus and Amber are all leaving and I'm dead inside. Well. Sort of. Anyways Stella is heading to Kyoto to give the most beautiful city in Japan something sexier to work with, Marcus and his lovely lover Tara are missing the potatoes and have stolen our pots-o-gold and are frollicking back to Ireland, and Amber from my home town in Australia is heading back home for here equally sexy sister's wedding (seriously equally as sexy, they are identical twins. Hot. Anyways we went out for a little bit of a booze up on Sunday night at an ace bar called Gaps in Sagamihara where the beer is ¥100 until 8pm. That's about $1.20. Too good. Then we squirrelled along off into the night...

Me and Stella...


Stella, Brent and Brandon...



So Hello Kitty is a slut. I was chatting with Brent at work and we were pondering whether or not Hello Kitty, or Kitty-chan, actually works or if the bitch just flashes her shit all over town and decorates my phone...



As far as we can tell she does fuck-all. There are no Hello Kitty cartoons that we know of, no techno-remixed J-pop anthems, nothing that would suggest that she is more than a publicity-seeking, coke-snorting, binge-eating whore/Paris Hilton. She even has her own taxis. Bitch.