It is 8:30am at Narita. I am horribly cranky. Not even my bright yellow RRRRAFA shirt can lift my spirits. I have a six hour layover and I just witnessed the abomination that is the Japanese version of the McMuffin. Also, my Mom is passed out on a cushion in the middle of the airport and I think she may be snoring. I can hear her from at least 30 feet away.
And then, to top it all off, I see nary a sports bar in the airport and I see that play will likely be delayed on the outer courts due to rain that may come down throughout the day and into the evening.
So all I'm saying is that I'm completely discombobulated right now.
Thankfully I have these pics to remind me that everything is right with the world.
Because I'm 8 years old.
These two would have totally fit in at Woodstock. The real one. Not the horror that was Rapefest 99.
I'm always perplexed when I see athletes wearing the standard issue iPod headphones. Those things don't stay put during vigorous exercise. I mean, come on, Masha. Go buy the awesome Gaga headphones. Live a little.
But last time I checked, this hair hoisted trophies.
You went full retard, man. Never go full retard.