Bask in my awesomeness. Thank you.

  Although I had been a self-declared manager for Brent for quite some time now, I knew that it was useless to call myself that and boss him around when he didn't look to me as his manager. The nagging he could handle, to a certain extent. The self-proclaimed title however, usually tended to rub him the wrong way and he was always quick to remind me that I wasn't his manager. Why would I think such a thing? Mainly because he always said, "No, babe. You're not my manager."

  So recently, when he started calling me "manager," I was a bit suspicious. I didn't realize he'd actually given up and decided to go with what could only be called destiny. I won't lie, I was a bit worried at first. Like maybe he'd hit his head too hard on something or something. Or maybe he was really depressed and looked to the world as a bleak and miserable place and that his only source of inspiration and motivation was me, so therefore he felt that I was entitled to run his professional life forever. Or perhaps--and I'm going out on a limb here--perhaps he's finally realized the potential and the infinite benefits of making his genius, bilingual, beautiful, intellectual, writer girlfriend, his manager. I'd like to think that I'm not too far from the true on this one, mainly because this truth flatters me the most and I get all the credit....I like that. Him getting hit on the head has nothing to do with me so there's something very wrong with that picture.

  Anyway, my point is that yes, I am officially Brent's manager, I think. I mean, it's not like I get paid for this gig nor do I feel any sort of innate desire to go and make myself a business card with this new title or anything but, it does make the most sense and most importantly, I know I'll have fun doing this. I can't really trust anyone else with it (well with the exception of my mother). You should be excited too because this means I have full liberty to post more about Brent in this blog and entitles me to do things like tell you his class and workshop schedules, up-coming gigs, funny stories, more pictures...the works. I should change the title of my blog to ブレマネ日記 (translation: Brent's manager's journal = Bure+mane+ nikki) but then people would see it as a knock off of my mother's blog, ジュニマネ日記 (translation: Herb Ohta Jr. (my step-papa)'s manager's journal = Juni+ mane + nikki) and that's just not cool. I'd rather just lure people in to think that I'm going to run an actual marathon (which is still debatable) and then make people realize that the title was a bit of an egocentric play on my name. Besides, I'd rather slowly incorporate Brent and his professional and personal image in to my blog instead of having to start up a whole new blog just for him. I mean, he's got his own blog for that--did you know? It's called ...actually, I'm not sure but, click here to check it out.

Because I'm such an awesome girlfriend--err--manager.