Secret Vice
Preface
I am doomed! There is no other explanation for this hell I am living through. It started innocent enough, of course it did, otherwise I would not be here! Damn, now how cliché was that?
Breath Kagome, just breath! Don't think of baka Hanyou's, hentai monks, and worst of all, an orally fixated Dai Youkai! There you go! Now don't you feel better…?
How did it begin? When, why? What happened?
Who is to blame, me? No! The blame lies at the feet of the baka's back in the Sengoku period. Yeah, that is right, you heard me, they are to blame! How dare they ruin my sweet succulent pickle! Grrr!
Okay, I am calmed down now. Nothing special to note, except for the newest line of pictures littering my wall, all of which now sporting holes. What can I say, a girl needs to vent, it is either a ritual burning, darts and on special occasions arrows at pictures of 'loved ones', and my personal favourite and best stress reliever, a sitting session with Inuyasha.
Don't get me wrong, I am in no way violent, not really, at least compared to the majority of those who live in the Sengoku Era.
Now where was I? Oh, yes, how could I forget? My PICKLE!
There are not too many ways to get me angry, unless your Inuyasha, then your screwed. I am usually a sweet, playful, loving person… But these ingrates have gone too far!
I have a, how do I phrase this, an addiction to pickles. THERE, I've said it, or rather wrote it, but who is really keeping track. WHO CARES? I DO, because it is my bloody pickle addiction turned against me!
See what they have done to me, I've become vindictive and bi-polar!
Okay, I can see that you are tired of my little rant, and you want to get into the story and learn what happened. How could it be so bad, get over it, right? Oh no, I am straightly awaiting my revenge.
Oh, my darling imported 'Vlasic Pickle", the mouthwatering combination of dill and garlic, the crunch and juicy burst of flavor of the first bite… The seemingly endless supply of delicious…
Excuse me, I must grab a tissue.