Author's Note: So, after going to Borders yesterday and skimming through 'Bridget Jones' Diary', I had an idea to do this for Misao. This format of story is good cuz it's something I don't have to update constant as it's more sporadic than set.
Semi-Daily Observations of Makimachi Misao
Entry 1: Jan 4
What is it about snow that makes you both incredibly mystified by it's beauty then annoyed by the cold, soppy aftermath of walking in it?
Case in point, Kaoru-chan wanted to walk down to the coffeeshop for some Smores Expresso Lates and while she can chipperly walk through a monsoon for her damn expresso fix, I found myself standing in the middle of said coffeehouse damp, chilled, and witha face all red and blotchy. And my braid was frozen. Not damp. FROZEN.
So we ordered our drinks and sat on the corner table where Kaoru-chan prattled on about her fabulously queer boyfriend Himura Kenshin, who I am convinced is actually my height but have yet to prove.
Ah yes, standing at 5'1" with the looks of a boyish sixteen year old school girl am I, Makimachi Misao, twenty-four year old journalist for a women's magazine 'Venus'...single swinging gal living in the fabulous center of the world that is Tokyo.
Anyways, so Kaoru-chan is rambling on and I suddenly find my slice of cappuccino cheesecake really fascinating. Then Kaoru-chan interrupts saying:
'Misao are you listening?'
'Oh yes, Kenshin is awesome. I got it.'
She accuses me of being romantically depraved. Well yes, when you're twenty-four and have had one boyfriend in that said twenty-four years ::who ended up coming out of the closet a year after our break up freshman year of college::, one would be a bit cynical. But I digress.
My editor Megumi has announced that I'm in the lovely position to interview the ever elusive, apparently stoic writer of the, what I thought to be quite bitterly scathing, Everday Infidelity. Basically a book about how women are flitty barflies who'll screw anything that walks, regardless of if they are in a relationship or not.
Methinks this writer got burned too much. With such a sour disposition though I wonder if my symapthy is well-placed. Though his picture, I must admit, is really good. He's a good-looking man but looks more like...a statue. Yea, emotionless. I suppose Megumi thinks my Patented Genki Attitude will be a match for the snowcone that is Shinomori Aoshi, misogynist extraordinare.
Ah, if I must...Bring it On Woman-Hater.
He may be good-looking...but he's about to meet his match!
Semi-Daily Observations of Makimachi Misao
Entry 1: Jan 4
What is it about snow that makes you both incredibly mystified by it's beauty then annoyed by the cold, soppy aftermath of walking in it?
Case in point, Kaoru-chan wanted to walk down to the coffeeshop for some Smores Expresso Lates and while she can chipperly walk through a monsoon for her damn expresso fix, I found myself standing in the middle of said coffeehouse damp, chilled, and witha face all red and blotchy. And my braid was frozen. Not damp. FROZEN.
So we ordered our drinks and sat on the corner table where Kaoru-chan prattled on about her fabulously queer boyfriend Himura Kenshin, who I am convinced is actually my height but have yet to prove.
Ah yes, standing at 5'1" with the looks of a boyish sixteen year old school girl am I, Makimachi Misao, twenty-four year old journalist for a women's magazine 'Venus'...single swinging gal living in the fabulous center of the world that is Tokyo.
Anyways, so Kaoru-chan is rambling on and I suddenly find my slice of cappuccino cheesecake really fascinating. Then Kaoru-chan interrupts saying:
'Misao are you listening?'
'Oh yes, Kenshin is awesome. I got it.'
She accuses me of being romantically depraved. Well yes, when you're twenty-four and have had one boyfriend in that said twenty-four years ::who ended up coming out of the closet a year after our break up freshman year of college::, one would be a bit cynical. But I digress.
My editor Megumi has announced that I'm in the lovely position to interview the ever elusive, apparently stoic writer of the, what I thought to be quite bitterly scathing, Everday Infidelity. Basically a book about how women are flitty barflies who'll screw anything that walks, regardless of if they are in a relationship or not.
Methinks this writer got burned too much. With such a sour disposition though I wonder if my symapthy is well-placed. Though his picture, I must admit, is really good. He's a good-looking man but looks more like...a statue. Yea, emotionless. I suppose Megumi thinks my Patented Genki Attitude will be a match for the snowcone that is Shinomori Aoshi, misogynist extraordinare.
Ah, if I must...Bring it On Woman-Hater.
He may be good-looking...but he's about to meet his match!