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Okay, so I am pissed off.
As a Christmas gift, I recieved the book Memoirs of a Geishia. A few days ago, I picked it up half expecting it to suck. Since then, I've been consumed. Until about twenty pages from the end, I loved it. And then I read the ending.
Turns out, I've been reading over 100 pages a day for an unreasisticly happy ending.
This makes me mad.
If I wanted a freaking fairy tale, I would have read Hans Christian Anderson or the Brothers Grimm. At least that way, I would have seen some smiting and blood spill.
I want pain, bitches.
As a Christmas gift, I recieved the book Memoirs of a Geishia. A few days ago, I picked it up half expecting it to suck. Since then, I've been consumed. Until about twenty pages from the end, I loved it. And then I read the ending.
Turns out, I've been reading over 100 pages a day for an unreasisticly happy ending.
This makes me mad.
If I wanted a freaking fairy tale, I would have read Hans Christian Anderson or the Brothers Grimm. At least that way, I would have seen some smiting and blood spill.
I want pain, bitches.