Another day.
Another yen.
Another Shinkansen ride to
North Obscuria Japan.
This weekend's adventure to Fukushima got me thinking.
Why the hell is there no Shinkansen in America?
As I sat aboard the luxuriously speedy, monotonously relaxing, scenic thrill ride, reading
The Secret I decided right then and there that if I was ever to return to the homeland, Shinkansens would be at the top of my laundry list of stipulations!
Thoughts become things and I am soooo only choosing the good ones.
How do you like my outfit?