From a warm, inviting sea to a frigid, murky lake, halfway around the world, in mere days.
My plane.
Obama's plane.
My car. A waste on Oahu's traffic packed roads.
My drink of choice.
Her tattoos.
My weekly lunch.
Everyone in Tokyo is obsessed with the Olympics, still over 5 years away. Opportunity knocks, I guess.
3 comments:
That drink is sake I presume. Any particular brand? Also, nice tattoos! Friend of yours or random chick?
Just sake in general. Like wine, I just get what other people who care more about the stuff tell me to get.
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