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.profile. .diaryland. .song. .story. .things. .records. .rings. .site. there are no words. 2004-10-08 1:12 am I didn't expect today to get any better. Not after a doctor diagnosing my headaches and giving me something that works. No. I really, really didn't. Much less... It was a normal fucking day at work. Busy for the holidays. I was at the cash register, and there was always a line, so I didn't see him come in. He walked up to the counter normally. I wasn't really looking yet, and I said hi. Then I looked. Dyed dirty blonde hair. A shade of stubble. Clothes: black. Face. I looked again. To make a long, emotional, complicated story short: today I checked out and chatted with Yoshiki Hayashi. What did I do? I asked him out for coffee, like I always said I would. The best part? He said yes. |