That was the worst party in the history of ever.

My date never showed. You'd think I was some kind of repellent I don't swim. The food sucked. spoiled too soon or something. I don't know what the hell Oshitari put in half the drinks he gave me. I don't trust you, Oshitari. Just so you know. Nobody else should, either.

I hate my hair at this ( Read more... )

Why is there a fucking poll in my inbox.
And why am I randomly paired up with Taki Choutarou people as part of this poll?

Is this show produced by fourteen-year-old girls?

Because seriously, what the fuck.

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So ....

... we decide anything?

That didn't go so bad. The "practice" was a little redundant -- it's like I went on two dates this weekend instead of just one. That can't be bad. Only one actually counted, though. And neither of them were Mika so it wasn't

I hate badminton. For the record.

And this room is covered in fucking glitter. There's glitter all over my stuff. There's a ( Read more... )

Maybe this won't be so bad, after all ( Read more... )

This has got to be one of the most interesting singularly surreal experiences of my life. How the hell did I let myself get talked into this, again?

No phones.
No guests.
No girls.

How am I supposed to get over Mika if there's no girls? Dammit. I don't even want to know. They'd better turn up later. And they'd better not turn out to be guys ( Read more... )