Hi again! Welcome back for some more earth shattering revelations! Well it's suppose to be about our girl Plain Jane. So it is: She was a student in a New York college at this time. Not being from an entitled family, like most of the snots were from- daddies in trendy suits marching or in this case, driving what most of keeping up with the Jones possessed: big, bad, foreign, richy looking cars. Jane, not born with A SILVER SPOON IN HER MOUTH (yofuku na ie ni umareru) can't forget those idioms folks - had to work it out on her own. Yeah, do stuff herself if she ever wanted to see any changes. Now, isn't that a real Plain Jane for 'ya? Couldn't get closer than that. I didn't tell you what she looked like, did I? Pretty hot material I'd say. Kind of hidden beneath all the insecurities. See, she felt ordinary and boring. Never stood out in high school. I know our girl had like "assets" stuff you can see and other stuff you couldn't cause it was buried between her two ears. She wanted to break the mold somehow and get away from other girls from the city with short, brown mousey hair and big butts. Why the hell do these people all look alike? Jane was thinking at this time to change her name too- how daring can you get? Wow- starting off with a new look, new name in a new place. Not thinking of family or college (oh, they'll survive and the college thing, up until age ninety is no problem) - well that's youth for you! You wonder what the connection to Japan is?- it's those pretty stick and curley designed writing they call kanji in Japan and we know as Japanese characters. It looked so awesome and difficult to Jane at the same time. She couldn't image these things were actually historical modes of communication. All she knew about this postage-sized country was that its' people were deranged worker ants toiling away for the good of mankind. Little did they know what would be happening in the upcoming years to change that. What! I'm not trying to scare the bejesus out of you - It's the truth. Now for some more useless whatever.... Hey, get your mangy paws off of me - this is suppose to be fun, like get you sourpusses to crack a smile OK, got it? Here goes- If a woman's place is in the home, why am I always in the car? There are old pilots and there are bold pilots - but no OLD, BOLD pilots.... BACK OFF I'm with the band, (I don't exactly get this one), and last: God doesn't have grandchildren, just children. (This I get.)
Signing off for now, Rodger, over and out,
Mountain Mama
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