Author's Note: Woah. I updated this after only two days? Just goes to show how bored I am.
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Today I've decided that I'm going to become an interpretive dancer.
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"Shigure, why are you sitting in the sink singing 'Hung Up'?"
"It's interpretive dance, my little darling Yuki."
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I watched the Hung Up music video the other day.
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I'm guilty for staring at a fifty year old ass the whole music video.
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"That's not Madonna's ass, Shigure. That's Ronald McDonald's ass."
"Oh."
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Whatever.
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I'm still cool.
Isn't that right, Momiji?
-looks at Momiji's dead corpse.-
Yes Momiji, I know Kisa looks like a chunk of poo, you didn't have to remind me.
-pats the dead corpse.-
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It's quite convenienent to have a dead corpse to talk to.
Because they never question your authority.
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"Shigure, stop talking to yourself."
"Quiet Momiji."
"My name's Belinda!"
"QUIET BELINDA!"
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You kn---HOLY SWEET MOTHER OF AKITO!
Wait. Hold that.
Holy sweet-assed mother of Akito.
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I went to Tohru's school culture fest thing.
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And I flirted with some girl.
Then it lead to me taking her to a motel.
My lawyer says I shouldn't talk about it...
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BUT I SWEAR SHE SAID SHE WAS 18!
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I'm going to feel up Momiji's dead body now.
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"SHIGURE!"
"Whoops. Sorry Kyou."
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