I want everyone to know that I bought tickets to see End of Evangelion in theatres tonight but, yesterday, my employers switched my schedule so I'd be working tonight instead of tomorrow. My bloodlust is immense and will not be sated by just ending my managers.
My legendary blade is 20 feet long and could cut through anything I think to; though it is only there for the spectacle, as a distraction: I prefer the intimacy of the daggers scattered along my person.
The League of My Enemies set to besiege me at all time present me with potential-allies to then, unceremoniously, reveal their opposition towards me. A weaker woman would weep openly; I am too strong-willed and survive off my determination to deal with all of those Enemies.
I read "Propeller Heaven" and "Milk Closet" for the first time this week. I believe Tomizawa to be severely under discussed or appreciated; both were some of the most interesting and engaging comics I've read in months. Really big fan. I hope to have more to say and post later.
Every time I see an annoying post I can then open their account and find an array of annoying posts talking about their adult woman fetish. I feel compelled to admire the consistency of my enemies and their love of hags.
Almost every boymoder drawing I see looks as if it could also be Sengoku Nadeko. I would rather see an endless amount of Nadeko illustrations though, so maybe people should switch their artistic subjects; for my approval.