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Well. I'm still alive. That's something, at least.
I am not, however, convinced that Ichimaru is, in fact, not the head of an International drug-dealing mafia-related corporation.
In fact, evidence shows that the contrary is far more likely.
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Oh.
My.
God.
I hate everything.
I think.
I'm going to go.
And throw myself.
At the Soukyoukuu now.
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Yamamoto-soutaichou called me in. Or rather, I received a hell moth from Sentarou and Kiyone stating Ukitake-taichou wanted to see me. And, ah, he informed me that Yamamoto wanted a meeting with me. Tomorrow ( Read more... ) -
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I haven't updated in a while. Things to do, people to see, tiny, perverted lion-plushies to tie behind the toilet and forget about ( Read more... ) -
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THE KARAKURA CITY SUMMER FESTIVALIt is around 6 in the evening on August 15th and a huge festival is taking place in Karakura City. Booths of games, clothes, and food are set up everywhere and there are people milling all around. There will be stage performances, music, drum competitions, and fireworks later on in the night ( Read more... ) -
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FREEDOM AT LAST!
I've escaped from that stupid Ichigo's at last. As if he wasn't bad enough, the red pineapple came to live with him and GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH.
WHERE IS MY NEE-SAN?!?!??!?!
I heard Ichigo saying she had left me for some DEMON who wants to DEFILE her. Since the IDIOT wouldn't do anything about, I-- THE BRAVE AND HEROIC KON-- decided ( Read more... ) -
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I'm done talking about it. It's over. There was no winner. There was no loser. Leave it at that and be done with it. Especially if you weren't involved directly. It's done with ( Read more... ) -
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Believe what you want, but I did not go after him. I was on a mission.
The Hollow's gone. -
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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 ( Read more... )
