Back on track with teh gamez

Outside of my apartment, I can hear the blaring of Chinese folk songs from a cheap boombox that my neighbors use to practice their ballroom dancing moves almost every morning and night of the week. Although it annoyed me at first, now I've grown accustomed to it and frankly, and much analogously on a larger scale, it's now something I'm comfortable with.

Today, I finally went to 海龙大厦 and got my PSP unlocked, which means I've become part of the problem with my bootlegged games. Zoe also picked up a black PSP, much like mine, except for the identification tag on mine that verifies my PSP unit as 100% Am'rican, proud of it.

Originally, Zoe wanted to take me to a Akihabara-styled Maid Cafe, but when we arrived, the cafe was sans Maids. Zoe surmises all of the maids knew I was coming, and ran off in a combination of fright/disgust. Chalk one more up on the board of things weaboos have ruined for me like a mother calling a son mid-masturbation.

Because I was bored of watching a middle-aged man fail consistently at making a proper roll in Wii Bowling after my continuous failed attempts to educate him on the intricacies of Wii controls in broken-ass Chinese, I took yet again another picture of Zoe in all her long-haired glory picking out accessories for her PSP. Again, excuse the low-res and lack of shame in taking pictures whenever the opportunity presents itself.

"Seriously? That cross-legged, Wii-playing chump is your boyfriend?"

Tomorrow, we head out dark and early for our sojourn to Pingyao, located in the Shanxi province. It's been a while since I've been away from the niceties of modern civilization, so here's hoping I don't mimic typing and/or mouse aiming in my sleep. Because that would be fucking weird/sad.