Special Entry: Blushing Bride
I called my mother today. We had a lengthy conversation which started in English, but lapsed into a very coarse Japanese yelling match as both of our tempers found their ends. As everyone has basically heard through the grapevine, I'm to be married. My wife came in a neat little box sealed with evil, from Russia with love. The hag set it all up without my knowing...which is utterly illogical, really. I mean, who sets up a marriage without telling the husband-to-be? Did I ask for a wife? Do I need a wife? No. No, not really, but the hag that bore me wants me to use my genius sperm instead of wasting it. She acts as if there's some kind of use-by date marked on each little swimmer.
If anyone needs me, I will be out smoking on the roof. After I'm done with this pack, I'll be jumping off, thanks.
Ino, you get Shunmin. Remember to give him Cocoa Puffs from time to time. He likes those. Roughage, or whatever.
Chouji, you get...well. Whatever you want of mine, I suppose. My computer's crap, but it still runs. The password is 'password', as wifewench has already found out.
If anyone needs me, I will be out smoking on the roof. After I'm done with this pack, I'll be jumping off, thanks.
Ino, you get Shunmin. Remember to give him Cocoa Puffs from time to time. He likes those. Roughage, or whatever.
Chouji, you get...well. Whatever you want of mine, I suppose. My computer's crap, but it still runs. The password is 'password', as wifewench has already found out.