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My life seems to get more confusing and, if I can steal Shishido-san's word for a moment, lamer by the day.
You'd think that after 200-some-odd years of being dead, people would trust me to choose the people I live with, but apparently certain 17 year olds are far wiser than I am. Of course nobody yells at them for running off to dangerous places to rescue people who told them to stay put or disappearing with weird masked strangers to "train", whatever the hell that involves.
But, in case anyone was wondering, I can choose for myself who I want to live with and who I may or may not want to date.
Speaking of stupid 17 year olds, Ichigo you are the biggest brat I have ever had the misfortune of meeting. Not sulking my butt. And if you threaten to break down my door again, I'll borrow Chadwick from Matt and set him on you.
And on that note, the goggled-one decided to pay me a surprise visit today. As tempted as I was to chase him around with a broomstick, hitting him repeatedly on the head for being the world's biggest jerk, I was kind and offered him a juicebox instead. Well, okay, I didn't have any spare juiceboxes at home, but it was the thought that counts?
But I was finally able to reach Shirayuki. I've been having trouble calling her for a week or so. Not that Ukitake-taichou needed to know. ......since I accepted a mission without letting him know that I couldn't release. >.>
Nii-sama, I downloaded music illegally while I was mad at Ichigo yesterday and I got a bunch of these songs from this movie called Hairspray. I think we should go see it together. It looks colorful and very musical-y.
Speaking of Nii-sama, we bonded the other day and made a beautiful picture together. The bright pink sky was my idea. As well as the flying juicebox. I don't know if anyone saw the depth to the picture, but it could have been poetry. It was beautiful.
By the way, Ichigo. Your layout is purple and frilly and girly.
You'd think that after 200-some-odd years of being dead, people would trust me to choose the people I live with, but apparently certain 17 year olds are far wiser than I am. Of course nobody yells at them for running off to dangerous places to rescue people who told them to stay put or disappearing with weird masked strangers to "train", whatever the hell that involves.
But, in case anyone was wondering, I can choose for myself who I want to live with and who I may or may not want to date.
Speaking of stupid 17 year olds, Ichigo you are the biggest brat I have ever had the misfortune of meeting. Not sulking my butt. And if you threaten to break down my door again, I'll borrow Chadwick from Matt and set him on you.
And on that note, the goggled-one decided to pay me a surprise visit today. As tempted as I was to chase him around with a broomstick, hitting him repeatedly on the head for being the world's biggest jerk, I was kind and offered him a juicebox instead. Well, okay, I didn't have any spare juiceboxes at home, but it was the thought that counts?
But I was finally able to reach Shirayuki. I've been having trouble calling her for a week or so. Not that Ukitake-taichou needed to know. ......since I accepted a mission without letting him know that I couldn't release. >.>
Nii-sama, I downloaded music illegally while I was mad at Ichigo yesterday and I got a bunch of these songs from this movie called Hairspray. I think we should go see it together. It looks colorful and very musical-y.
Speaking of Nii-sama, we bonded the other day and made a beautiful picture together. The bright pink sky was my idea. As well as the flying juicebox. I don't know if anyone saw the depth to the picture, but it could have been poetry. It was beautiful.
By the way, Ichigo. Your layout is purple and frilly and girly.