Jul 27, 2007 10:00
. . .So! Kinda cranky, way past my two-year anniversary, but hey, I'm bad with dates. Few old faces disappearing LIIIIIKE KURAMAAA, NOT NAMING ANY NAAMMMES, I HELD MY BREATH FOR A FEW MONTHS BUT REALLY ONCE THE GARDEN'S DEAD - well the plants that don't eat the zombies that wander too close, anyway - BOY IS HE GONE -- hell, Hopskotch is gone!
I hear I'm bad with expressing my inner feelings, and oh man, the last thing I need on my plate is emotional constipation. So to GET IT OUT OF MY SYSTEM, here's my FUCKING BITCHFEST POST.
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH FUCKING RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE I SHOULD HAVE FUCKING TAKEN THE DEMON KING GIG AND NOT STUCK WITH THE GODDAMN SPIRIT DETECTIVE WORK, ENMA AND GOD AND ALL YOUR VERSIONS I OWE YOU A PUNCH IN THE FACE, KOENMA I WANT A RAISE SO FUCKING HUGE I CAN RETIRE WITH MY FUTURE WIFE IN A YEAR, AND.
AND I WANT A FUCKING COOKIE.
There. That's my quota.
((AND NOW THIS YUUSUKE IS TAKING A NAP. Will be back later. T^Tb ))