DADDY, THE CHAMPION OF THE WORLD
Today I went to Dad's house to pick up some stuff to work on before MomoCon. After looking around for a few minutes, he told me he must've thrown it out without checking to see what it was. Normally I could understand that, but never mind that you could feel five pounds of clothing when you picked up the bag. Never mind that although he claimed to have been cleaning, most of the house still looked like a war zone. Never mind that none of foolish little brother's stuff was missing.
I have no idea what sort of cosplay I can throw together in 30 days. Part of me wants to contact the con officials and just get my money back.
I have books of profanity in Japanese, Russian and German, and I know some dirty words in Spanish, French and Chinese, but none of them can describe how I feel right now.
I have no idea what sort of cosplay I can throw together in 30 days. Part of me wants to contact the con officials and just get my money back.
I have books of profanity in Japanese, Russian and German, and I know some dirty words in Spanish, French and Chinese, but none of them can describe how I feel right now.