Nineteen
And they say I need mental help! Compared to him I'm perfectly sane and that is bloody worrying! One minute he's pining over Otogi, the next thing I know I arrive home from blowing up pigeons and stuff and he's making out with someone on the couch. Now that in itself is a kinda worrying change, but the most terrifying thing is whom it was that he was fucking: none other than Friendshipus Freakus. He has no taste! I mean seriously, even Otogi was better than that… even bloody Ishizu would have been better and you know how well we get on le eyeroll again
Anyways to get off this disturbing topic I shall now recount my trip to the park where I met up with Marik. We then proceeded to feed bicarbonate soda to pigeons and small children, which was, as ever, fun. Well it was fun until some old woman came up and clouted Marik and me with her handbag, the bitch. Only a woman would disturb fun like that, no?
Still it was fucking hilarious watching the pigeons go bang! One exploded and the people near it got guts all over them! It was so cool; pigeon guts look like spaghetti, but according to Marik they taste more like snails than spaghetti. Don't ask how he knows what snails taste like – he probably just picked one up and ate it, I mean come on it is Marik we're on about!
So other than the horror of finding Ryou with that thing today was pretty good. We must commence our plan immedeatly now though…