Ren-kun

Oh, so that's what this is all about.

I just got called stick in the mud. Well I do suppose that's better than to be mindless, audacious and brash. Oh well.

Electricity

Creature Fear by Bon Iver. IjustreallyloveBonIver.

*Throws Gosho Boys merchandise*

Guavas. Yum.

Every snowflake is unique so I'd definitely save you andalsocauseIthinkyou'recool. Geddit? No? Okay.

People who thrive on their reckless and impulsive behavior aka people who yell YOLO while doing every single perilous thing that might lead to their untimely death. And I'm not even exaggerating.

I am posting. Hooray.

Why are you so talented? +1 of course.

I've always thought As The Dew by Garnet Crow had a melancholic vibe to it. For those who are fans of fluffly and romantic sadness with brooding characters on the side (myself included) then almost every DC music that's not upbeat would suffice.

Guess my usually resilient immune system finally gave in. XD

Eh... Over time, I've accepted that that's kind of the entire point of all the movies. le shrug

Posting here's the most productive thing I've done in three days. I regret nothing.... and I miss this place and its more-than-fantastic members too much. I was just gonna lurk, crap. Also, I'm gonna butt into the conversation cause I like being annoying sometimes. I've printed out pictures of my favorite anime characters (in photo paper, mind you since printing out high res full color pictures on bond paper or any kind of paper is just plain wrong) and posted em all over my wall cause they sell little to no merchandise here. Do those count? Also I realized my excitement caused me to produce another case of word vomit, bye.

^ding ding ding. I admit I had to reread it twice before getting the catch.XD

(I wanna share la la la; also I dunno where to post this XD) I live in Osaka, Japan and often use the subway to go to work in the morning. One day, when I was waiting for the train, I noticed a homeless man standing in a corner of the subway station, muttering to himself as people passed by. He was holding out a cup and seemed to be begging for spare change. A fat woman passed by the homeless man and I distinctly heard him say, “Pig.” Wow, I thought to myself. This homeless man is insulting people and he still expects them to give him money? Then a tall businessman went by and the homeless guy muttered, “Human.” Human? I can’t argue with that. Obviously, he was human. The next day, I arrived early at the subway station and had some time to kill, so I decided to stand close to the homeless man and listen to his strange mutterings. A thin, haggard-looking man passed in front of him and I heard the homeless guy mutter, “Cow.” Cow? I thought. The man was much too skinny to be a cow. He looked more like a turkey or a chicken to me. A minute or so later, a fat man went by and the homeless man said, “Potato.” Potato? I was under the impression that he called all fat people “Pig”. That day, at work, I couldn’t stop thinking about the homeless man and his puzzling behavior. I kept trying to find some logic or pattern in what he was muttering. Perhaps he has some kind of psychic ability, I thought. Maybe he knows what these people were in a previous life. In Japan, many people believe in reincarnation. I observed the homeless man many times and began to think my theory was right. I often heard him calling people things like “Rabbit” or “Onion” or “Sheep” or “Tomato”. One day, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to ask him what was going on. As I walked up to him, he looked at me and said “Bread.” I tossed some money into his cup and asked him if he had some kind of psychic ability. The homeless man smiled and said, “Yes, indeed. I do have a psychic ability. It is an ability I obtained years ago. But it is not what you might expect. I can’t tell the future or read minds or anything like that.” “Then what is your ability,” I asked eagerly. “The ability is merely to know the last thing somebody ate,” he said. I laughed because I realized he was right. He said “Bread”. The last thing I had eaten for breakfast that day was toast. I walked away shaking my head. Of all the psychic abilities someone could have, that one must be the most useless. — What makes this story creepy? Think!

Writing by hand. Confidence or Intelligence?

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