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  <title>Izumo</title>
  <subtitle>Izumo</subtitle>
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    <name>Izumo</name>
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  <updated>2007-03-07T00:16:39Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kochanismybitch:6700</id>
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    <title>Oh hey</title>
    <published>2007-03-07T00:16:39Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-07T00:16:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yes, I am alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . but those of you who &lt;i&gt;go&lt;/i&gt; to class know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. . . . I've been really anti-social lately.  Anyone want to go karaoke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. . .Tayuya, happy birthday.  And tell your friends we know who did it.  Got the CA room fingerprinted.  Uh huh.  DANGER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I could TOTALLY be making that up though&lt;/strike&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kochanismybitch:6535</id>
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    <title>Love</title>
    <published>2007-02-14T05:00:02Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-14T05:00:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today, as it is Valentine's Day, is a day where I come to work really tired, and really happy, and go home knowing I have more wonderfulness to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the man I love more then anything else in the world, Happy Valentine's Day, Kotetsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;b&gt;Jiraiya-sensei's Desk:&lt;/b&gt;  A small red box.  Inside said box is a cake, light and fluffy cocolate with a bittersweet cocoa icing, a sliced strawberry on top.  There is a not attached that says 'To Jiraiya-sama with love,' and unsigned, though it's probably painfully obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;b&gt;Tsunade-sama's desk:&lt;/b&gt;  A dark, moist chocolate cake with a sinfully chocolate icing, with molded chocolate hearts.  A note, 'To the most beautiful woman we have ever loved, this cake is only a small token of affection,' is attached to the pink and black box the cake is hidden in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;b&gt;Kakashi-san's desk:&lt;/b&gt;  There is a white box with a mini Boston creme pie inside.  The attached note says, 'This is what you should have had in Boston, Izumo.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;b&gt;ALL STAFF DESKS, NO MATTER IF THEY GOT SOMETHING FROM THESE TWO OR NOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small red box, with a brownie inside, iced with chocolate and peanut butter icing.  a note is attached to all:  'From Izumo and Kotetsu:  Happy Valentine's day!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;To Hidan:  A chocolate shoved down his throat&lt;/strike&gt; except not.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kochanismybitch:6186</id>
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    <title>Heh</title>
    <published>2007-02-04T11:15:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-04T11:15:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The shit you hear in the halls these days.  Kids say the funniest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.  Ko, I took that test.  I got the same result as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;So what does that MEAN????&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/testgen/4856/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://stat.rumandmonkey.com/tests/6/5/4856/19090.jpg" title="Badass Uke" alt="Badass Uke" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badass Uke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/testgen/4856/"&gt;Take Are you a Seme or an Uke? today!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Created with &lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/"&gt;Rum and Monkey&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/testgen/"&gt;Personality Test Generator&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/small&gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;div&gt;You are the highest level uke. Other uke admire you, some seme fear you. At times, you can even fool other people into thinking you are seme with your mischievous, manipulative attitude, but when push comes to shove, your true submissive nature emerges - all you really want is the punishment. It takes a seme with just enough sadistic tendencies to dish out the punishment you really want, but enough patience not to outright kill you, so you are best paired with the "Don't Fuck With Me" Seme.&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kochanismybitch:5917</id>
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    <title>My life does not always suck</title>
    <published>2007-01-31T00:12:08Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-31T00:12:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, despite the New Year starting with SUCK, things have been getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been doing fun things in class, and I'm working on something absolutly FANTASTIC for Valentine's Day.  Tsunade-sama, I hope you don't take offense when I give you chocolate.  My list this year is kinda small, but I've got special plans for one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man.  I feel as giddy as a schoolgirl about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kotetsu, I better fucking get some chocolate this year.  Or should I just wait til white day when you'll cover yourself in chocolate and let me lick it off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silk ribbons. . . . . .</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kochanismybitch:5661</id>
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    <title>OMG CLASS</title>
    <published>2007-01-15T02:00:14Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-15T02:00:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well.  At least we HAVE everything FOR class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids, we are making quiche.  Yeah, not a dessert but you know what?  I'm hungry for a good quiche, and it's about time I show the world that Kamizuki Izumo can make food that won't rot your teeth with sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh, next week we'll be making something sinfully delicious that will melt even the staunchiest chocolate lovers heart.  You've been warned, Tsunade-sama, it it a dangerous weapon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things are going.  Got into a fight with Ko, but that was worked out.  Things are so messed up that I just wish I had the time to ignore work and throw myself into cooking.  This is just somethign I really need to work through, in my head, and I always think clearer when it's just me, ingrediants and a kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cookbooks, no students, no rules.  Just freedom to loose myself in what I do, and do it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHEM.  COOKING CLASS!!!  I'M TAKING ATTENDANCE!  YOU AIN'T THERE, YOU AIN'T GETTING NO QUICHE, BITCHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember!  Please see me (No Kotetsu) about extra credit.  =D</content>
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    <title>The Definitive Hot or Not List for 2007</title>
    <published>2007-01-04T06:32:44Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-05T01:40:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I've been doing stuff to cheer myself up, and I came up with this absurd idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kotetsu, you know that I love you.  This list is not to be taken seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsunade --  OMG, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes upon.  I feel honored to work with her, and were I not utterly and entirely devoted to Ko, I'd probably shower this goddess of a woman with so much love and affection.  &lt;strike&gt;Yeah, I know I already DO, I just mean moreso&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Verdict?  Beyond Hot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kotetsu --  No brainer here folks.  Here's a hint for the clueless.  Sex gets better after marriage, bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Verdict?  Sexalicious.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakashi --  He's a wierd man, and a musician.  I wouldn't turn him down, but I'm not soliciting either (I have Kotetsu)  We read the same books. . . I wonder if he's got any ideas that I haven't tried yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Verdict?  Hot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shizune --  Ahh, nice lady.  I lied about her being my girlfriend once, to my father.  She's good to get drunk with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Verdict?  Hot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mizuki --  I don't really know him.  He's an art teacher, I think.  Not bad looking.  Not my type though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Verdict?  Not My Type&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izumo --  Woah.  This is one SEXY BEAST.  He's like.  Wow.  Sex God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Verdict?  Sex God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiraiya --  This man is my idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Verdict?  kukuku&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maito Gai --  I want to go drinking with this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Verdict?  Not My Type, but awesome&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zabuza --  Zabuza is a crazy, crazy man.  He scares me, from time to time, but. . . he's also pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Verdict?  Not My Type, but let's go drinking&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orochimaru --  He's apparently very intelligent, but scares the bejeesus out of me, I am not afraid to admit.  Orochimaru-san, I hope I never do anything to piss you off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Verdict?  One scary guy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yamato --  Needs to go Karaoke with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Verdict?  Needs to Karaoke with me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iruka --  Another art teacher, I've actually met him.  He seems pretty nice.  He should come karaoke with Yamato and I (YAMATO WE ARE KARAOKE-ING WHETHER YOU KNOW IT OR NOT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Verdict?  Cute art teacher&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, my opinion of the staff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are TOO MANY MEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE ARE ALL THE LADIES?????</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kochanismybitch:5370</id>
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    <title>fuck</title>
    <published>2007-01-01T14:23:56Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-01T14:23:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My New Year is not so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have my motobike now.  God I love that thing.  Will start riding that to work (omg, if we didn't look gay before, we will now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. . . . God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsunade-sensei, I probably won't be at work this week.  Please excuse my absense, I can explain it to you later.  &lt;strike&gt;And probably should, I think you should know.&lt;/strike&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kochanismybitch:4887</id>
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    <title>sweet, Christmas</title>
    <published>2006-12-18T02:34:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-18T02:34:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think Kotetsu and I are goingto be burried under a MOUNTAIN of cookies soon.  Mmmm.  I like the hershey kiss cookies, recipe later (PROMISE&amp;lt;333)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, getting ready to go home in a few days.  Well, home to Akita (for Ko) and home to Kobe for me.  Christmas in Akita, New Years in Kobe. . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this New Year will be interesting.  "HAPPY NEW YEAR!  I'M GAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we'll still be alive and teaching you kids to cook in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding:16px;border:4px dotted #fff;text-align:center;background:#ddd;"&gt;On the twelfth day of Christmas, &lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" height="17" width="17"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://kochanismybitch.livejournal.com"&gt;kochanismybitch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; sent to me...&lt;div style="background:#fff; margin:8px 8px 16px 8px; padding:8px; color:#000"&gt;&lt;div style="color:#0a0; font-weight:bold; padding:2px"&gt;Twelve &lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" height="17" width="17"&gt;&lt;b class="lj"&gt;inirritative&lt;/b&gt;s drumming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color:#a00; font-weight:bold; padding:2px"&gt;Eleven &lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" height="17" width="17"&gt;&lt;b class="lj"&gt;akai_uta&lt;/b&gt;s piping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color:#0a0; font-weight:bold; padding:2px"&gt;Ten &lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" height="17" width="17"&gt;&lt;b class="lj"&gt;orange_eyedrops&lt;/b&gt; a-leaping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color:#a00; font-weight:bold; padding:2px"&gt;Nine &lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" height="17" width="17"&gt;&lt;b class="lj"&gt;aurumophio&lt;/b&gt;s dancing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color:#0a0; font-weight:bold; padding:2px"&gt;Eight &lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" height="17" width="17"&gt;&lt;b class="lj"&gt;sketchysmile&lt;/b&gt;s a-milking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color:#a00; font-weight:bold; padding:2px"&gt;Seven &lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" height="17" width="17"&gt;&lt;b class="lj"&gt;yukiko_no_haku&lt;/b&gt;s a-swimming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color:#0a0; font-weight:bold; padding:2px"&gt;Six &lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" height="17" width="17"&gt;&lt;b class="lj"&gt;kochanismybitch&lt;/b&gt;s a-cooking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color:#fa0; font-weight:bold; font-size:1.5em; padding:2px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Five &lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" height="17" width="17"&gt;&lt;b cla-a-a-ass="lj"&gt;explo-o-o-osiveart&lt;/b&gt;s&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color:#0a0; font-weight:bold; padding:2px"&gt;Four &lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" height="17" width="17"&gt;&lt;b class="lj"&gt;rightxturnxonly&lt;/b&gt;s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color:#a00; font-weight:bold; padding:2px"&gt;Three dobermans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color:#0a0; font-weight:bold; padding:2px"&gt;Two pasteries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color:#a00; font-weight:bold; padding:2px"&gt;...and a bread in a &lt;img src="http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif" height="17" width="17"&gt;&lt;b class="lj"&gt;crimson_prose&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/12days" method="get"&gt;Get your own &lt;a href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/12days"&gt;Twelve Days&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;input type="text" name="user" style="background: #fff url(&amp;#39;http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&amp;#39;) no-repeat scroll 0px 1px; padding-left: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Generate"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no comment.  Kusanagi is staying with Keiko next door.  I bribed her with cookies and flowery poetry.</content>
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    <title>I am a married man now, ladies</title>
    <published>2006-12-08T01:34:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-08T01:34:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">That wedding was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;The post-wedding sex was greater.  STFU on the grammer&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Everything seemed to go pretty well.  I don't really know, Ko and I snuck away early.  And then there was the incident at 3am with the glass elevators (omg, that was SO MUCH FUN).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on.  School starts on the First, but Ko and I will be with my parents through the third.  Ugh.  We might leave on the second, Job and all.  And I hate spending too much time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;b&gt;IF YOU WERE AT THE WEDDING, AND SIGNED THE BOOK, YOU WILL BE GETTING A THANK YOU CARD&lt;/b&gt;  I'm going to start working on those now, they should be out by January.  (ugh, LOTS TO DO).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;((OOC:  If your character was at the wedding, and didn't actually hit the thread, LET ME KNOW, I WILL MAKE YOU A CARD.  Yes, I am actually making thank you cards.  Because I feel crafty))&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>kochanismybitch @ 2006-11-21T19:33:00</title>
    <published>2006-11-21T10:33:34Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-21T10:33:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Our rings are so shiny.  I think I like torturing myself, as I forbade both of us from wearing the rings until the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy hell, I'm getting fucking married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake has been a bitch and a half--sadly, for maximum tastiness, I'll be up at 4am baking, and then taking the cake to the hotel for assembly.  Luckily, I'll be able to crash in our suite after that, and sleep until I need to be getting ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling I'll be wanting all the sleep I can get.  Kukukukuku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man.  I hope you are all ready to party, cause this is going to be a blast (DUDE, FREE BAR, you know you wanna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And excellent food provided by Tamura Toshiki (the man is a FABULOUS caterer, and personal friend of ours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;chocolatechip penis cookies provided by me&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;JIRAIYA&lt;/b&gt;  OMG, THANK YOU!!!  The book is awesome so far, if it wasn't for the wedding, I'd probably be on my second read through by now.  You are amazing--Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now back to. . . . stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOU BETTER ALL BE AT MY WEDDING, DAMMIT!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;</content>
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    <title>partyyyyyyy</title>
    <published>2006-11-12T04:04:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-12T04:04:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Thanks to Tayuya's party, I woke up the next day with a hangover the likes I haven't seen since I was in High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think I could GET that drunk anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I totally lost the scrap of cloth I barely had covering me.  Oops&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fucking cold but a shitload of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, Kotetsu, do we really want flowers?  They are so goddamned GAY.  Or, wait, does your Mom want them?  I don't want kaachan to be upset that she wanted flowers and then we didn't do them. . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE DOING ABOUT DINNER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(for the wedding.  Tonight it's MosBurger.  Like, ten of them, I'm fucking STARVING)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kochanismybitch:4025</id>
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    <title>kochanismybitch @ 2006-10-31T20:54:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-31T11:56:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-31T11:56:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So the students are having a toga party for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tayuya--I will bring you baked goods &lt;strike&gt;chocolatechip penis cookies all right?&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onnnnne weeeeeeeek until riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiings!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude, I'll stop posting now (maybe, too wired)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koooootetsuuuuuu!!!!  I'm hyyyyyyyper!!!!</content>
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    <title>Wellllllllllllll</title>
    <published>2006-10-31T00:50:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-31T00:50:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My birthday approaches!!!!  I wonder what will do this year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy making arrangments for our "wedding"--I have a friend coming in from Nara who does weddings, so you'll all be PROPERLY impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week until rings.  OMFGYES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if I'm acting like a woman!!!  This is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I got to see Kotetsu in a skirt.  OMFGHOT&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. . . . pretty busy right now.  Lots of planning shit going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there goes my ketai.  So, I got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KOTETSUUUUU!!!!!</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kochanismybitch:3422</id>
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    <title>hello!!!!!</title>
    <published>2006-10-27T04:49:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-27T04:49:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hi all.  Just letting you all know that I am going to be inai--not here--the next two weekend (fangirling one weekend, NANO/GETTINGTHEFUCKOUT of my town the next), so Izumo and Kabuto will be missing.  Shouldn't be a problem--if it is, well. . . . . . CCO and my sanity are more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!!!  Oro-mun, please email me (or im me if you see me).  I need to talk with you, thanks. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all you need to know.  I'll still be around during the week!!!! &amp;lt;333</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kochanismybitch:3243</id>
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    <title>Cause there's stuff that eeds to be said, and out of my head</title>
    <published>2006-10-18T09:19:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-18T09:19:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, we had a really awesome date and I aked him about rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. . . . that kind of makes us engaged.  You know, as much as two men can ever be engaged since we can't get &lt;i&gt;legally&lt;/i&gt; married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not terrifying cause of commitment or anything to do with the relationship itself.  That's fine.  WE'RE fine.  I mean, Kotetsu is the only person I can stand to be around as much as I am.  Not just stand, but never really feel like it's enought (Okay, yes, there are times when we want to kill each other, but even THOSE times are few and far between, amazingly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my father that makes me so nervous.  The whole thing where I know what will happen.  He'll disown me, and cut me off from the family.  As much as I only really love Kaori, they are still my family.  I still love them.  And this is hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing, is my father.  Ever since I hit 13, we've fought.  I've always had the option of backing down in those fights to appease him, to say "I'm sorry, you're right" if that will make things better, and let me escape his wrath.  He never hurt me (physically), but the emotional damage is done, and I fear him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay.  Kotetsu does too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But loving Kotetsu isn't something I can take back (even if I wanted to).  It's like. . . these rings mean that I will not take back what I said.  That I love this man, with all my heart, and that I will not back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happens when my father runs into a brick wall like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling we're going to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter, though. . . As long as Ko is with me?  Standing by my side?  I'm strong.  We're strong.  It's just. . . . . awful that I have to choose between the man I lobe and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing we aren't that close.  Cause Kotetsu wins.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kochanismybitch:2565</id>
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    <title>kochanismybitch @ 2006-10-08T22:43:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-08T13:54:01Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-08T13:54:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two things I love right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, my life.  It's got shitty things, but hey, tat's life.  It's got some fucking awesome things too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And two?  Kotetsu.  I love you.  I'd still be fucking stupid chicks if you hadn't set me straight.  God. . . I really do love everything about you.  Don't be sad.  Be happy.</content>
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    <title>kochanismybitch @ 2006-10-06T10:24:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-06T10:35:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-06T10:35:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I heard a vicious rumor in the staff room about students fighting.  I hope it wasn't true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got him to wear &lt;i&gt;it&lt;/i&gt; again.  OMG, hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister called.  Seems the guy she was dating actually asked her to marry him.  Considering they had been dating a WEEK, she shot him down.  Thank GOD.  Funny though, I think that's her 7th proposal since she turned 25.  She really has no desire to get married.  I don't blame her, she lives a happy life, kaasan and tousama leave her alone.  They aren't worried about HER getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH.  Wish I wasn't the family 'heir.'  That sounds so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna snuggle with my puppy and my man, watch Emeril (thank you, satelite tv), and have a peaceful night.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kochanismybitch:2153</id>
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    <title>kochanismybitch @ 2006-10-04T23:49:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-04T15:00:15Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-04T15:00:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today is the best day ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The super traditional black school uniform with the high collar and gold buttons that boys wore (and still do, I wore a similar uniform in middle school) is super sexy.  Especially on a certain person that I like to have copious amounts of sex with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man.  OH MAN.  Better sex has not been had in a while.  It was really hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you people don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time to make oden for my lover, because he is wonderful and means the world to me.  And I'm going to make banana bread.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I love you babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kotetsu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love you a lot.  Really.  The sex aside, I love you.  No matter what happens, I will always be here for you, standing next to you.&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad your parents accept us.  I thank God everyday for that.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like being sappy.  But being in your arms is the best thing in the world.  I don't know what I'd do without you, and I hope we never find out.&lt;br /&gt;I love you babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;/Kotetsu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesssss.  Oden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think I want pizza tomorrow, Ko, do you mind?)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kochanismybitch:2030</id>
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    <title>kochanismybitch @ 2006-10-04T19:16:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-04T10:45:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-04T10:45:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I brought chocolate cupcakes to the staff today.  And I handed out a few to some students.  Cause I am just that nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making Kotetsu's faaaaavorite tonight--ODEN.  Because he loves it when I make it.  And banana bread.  WITHOUT NUTS.  WHY MUST PEOPLE PUT NUTS IN BANANA BREAD!!!!  ARRRRGGG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  I had a good day.  Here's hoping it gets EVEN BETTER.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kochanismybitch:1639</id>
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    <title>kochanismybitch @ 2006-10-03T13:15:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-03T04:28:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-03T04:28:02Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">School has started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start flooding the staff room with treats until someone makes a fuss.  Maybe I'll hand stuff out to students at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, starting to meet more of the students.  That's kinda fun.  Not all of them are little shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Kotetsu. . . I'm going to get you back for the flour.  Bitch!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kochanismybitch:1303</id>
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    <title>kochanismybitch @ 2006-10-01T15:52:00</title>
    <published>2006-10-01T07:02:49Z</published>
    <updated>2006-10-01T07:02:49Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">So, my mother made a surprise visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT was not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fight, because. . .well, my parents don't know.  They'd probably kill one or both of us.  Okay, my father would probably kill one of both of us.  But Mom sides with him on most things, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The make up sex was good, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting really sick of lying to them, though.  I mean. . . I've been lying about the person I love for almost four years!  And I mean. . . . . it's stressful.  God, it is stressful.  And FULL OF STRESS.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention stressful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I want to get wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news. . . . . no.  There is no other news.  My mother came, she saw our apartment, and I believe that we are still okay, and that they DO NOT KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to know what would hapen if they found out.</content>
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    <title>College stories</title>
    <published>2006-09-26T11:41:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-26T11:41:27Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">So, Today's story is about the Penis Cookie Event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Freshman year, and we were doing final cooking projects.  In my class, we were preparing a spread of excellent dessarts.  I was the top of my class, and fighting with some chick for the right to be the best of the class.  Of course, I knew I could do it, but when I saw this girl's spread, I knew I was in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always, ALWAYS been ood at creating a feat of tasty things.  I knew that my butterscotch cake and cookies were perfect, and the snickerdoodles were magical (Kotetsu, I remember when I fed you your first snickerdoodle. . .that was one of the best nights we've had).  But this girl. . . my GOD.  Her spread was JUST AS GOOD.  But she was female, and kinda trashy.  And out Prof was a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see where I'm going here, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to sabatoge her, I got these penis shaped cookie cutters of the internet.  I had them because I had intended to make something for Kotetsu's birthday with them, but I didn't.  So, I got them out, and made severeal dozen cookies.  In the shape of a penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate chip, no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on that day, I snuck severeal in while she wasn't looking.  The Prof LOVES her spread--indeed, it was immaculate, and then sees the plauge ridden penis cookies in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think he'd FAIL her for this.  I guess the rumours about them fucking were true, hahaha.  And he thought she was making a statement on "Your nasty cock is tasty, like the chocolate plauge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, however, got a perfect score.  And I shatred the cookies with some good friends.  And my best friend. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope you enjoyed today's story.  MORE TO COME!!!</content>
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    <title>Making things. . . .</title>
    <published>2006-09-26T04:46:37Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-26T04:46:37Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm really looking forward to FINALLY using the cake fountain equipment that I &lt;strike&gt;stole&lt;/strike&gt; have from college.  Kotetsu made a fus when we were moving "Why the hell are you taking that?  Like you'll EVER makea cake with a fountain!"  Well.  Look who's making a GORGEOUS cake with a sake fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI--did you know there's a sake that goes with chocolate?  THERE IS!  It's not a well documented thing. . . . it was research that I did in college.  I think I drove Kotetsu crazy, I was seriously drinking a LOT of sake and eating a LOT of chocolate.  But it was something that I NEEDED to discover.  Looked like Tsunade-kouchou-sensei will apperciate my hard research in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totay's shopping went really well, I made friends with some really nice people at the shops I went to on my own.  I might get coffee with the one lady, she was really nice.  I'd invite Kotetsu along but he'd probably die of embarrasment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am so very, very excited!  This party is going to be amazing.  I'm going to be baking until the day of the party, I'm sure.  Oh man, I feel like SUCH a girl right now, with my excitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;shut the fuck up, Kotetsu, I am not a woman.  No matter how good of an actor I am.&lt;/strike&gt;</content>
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    <title>kochanismybitch @ 2006-09-24T20:40:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-24T12:01:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-24T12:01:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh my GOD, tonight was fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kotetsu, as always, is the most amazing man in the world.  He really knows how to give a man what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kusanagi is the sweetest puppy in the world.  I'd better be careful about walking him in public, or it might ruin my hardass image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are planning a dinner party for the staff of Oshima, since we want to prove to them our worth or something.  Or, more like, I want a reason to make a lot a fabulous food.  I mean, Kotetsu and I can make lots of fabulous stuff, but it we eat it all, we are going to get way disgustingly fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need a gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the mainland for Very Important Shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iamsoexcited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh heh.</content>
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    <title>kochanismybitch @ 2006-09-23T11:55:00</title>
    <published>2006-09-23T02:58:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-23T02:58:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I finally got Kotetsu to agree to having a dog.  So we went to the pet shop, and now we have a puppy.  Named Kusanagi.  He's a doberman, and he will protect us from the unwashed masses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really is a good puppy, and is already following me around like he's always been my shadow.  Kotetsu might be jealous.  That might be kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, must put on clothes, lest Kotetsu has a fit about eating dinner naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I miss Naked Saturdays.  He's such a prude.</content>
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