Jan. 29th, 2009

(Originally published at SarahPin.com. You can comment here or there.)

The other day it occurred to me that I was the only person in the office who spoke English.

So I started writing steampunk-themed gay erotica.

It was just kind of instinctive.

After a few minutes I realized someone was standing next to me. I looked up and oh shit white eight-year-old, why the hell is the only anglophone kid in Niigata prefecture standing right here.

I covered my notebook with my hand: “No! Secret!”

He shrugged and walked over to tug on Manager’s coat. Manager said, “Oh! You’re here! Hey, Sarah, let’s hear you guys talk English!”

I said, “Hi. What’s your name?”

He looked at me warily, then hid behind Manager. Manager poked his shoulder. “Leo, come on, answer.”

Leo said disgustedly, in Japanese, “I don’t speak English.”

Manager said, “Yeah, he speaks Russian.”

I said, “Oh. Good.”

So today I read Anita Blake on the laptop.

(Originally published at SarahPin.com. You can comment here or there.)

(Why did I let them put me in northern Japan?! People only eat white miso up here! The miso aisle at the store only had two kinds of red!)

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