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I find it hilarious that everyone's all about Harry Potter right now, and all I want to do is talk about the crack that is the last handful of Bleach chapters. XD
The book arrived this morning via an apparently grumpy UPS man, who abused my front door, slammed the book to the ground, and then ran off before I could open the door and get a look at him. O.o Maybe he doesn't usually have to work on Saturdays?
So, I stared at the book and thought, "You know what would be fun right now? Finishing Volume 1 of Hana Kimi."
The book was patiently waiting for me after I did so, and I thought, "You know what would be time well spent? Cleaning and unpacking the new apartment."
The book followed me through the various rooms, and I finally met its accusing gaze, which seemed to ask, "Is this how a relationship of 6 intense years ends? With cruel indifference and painful neglect? With another great love already waiting in the wings to replace the first?"
In response, I said, "Okay, I know what I have to do. Watch my new anime, D. Gray-Man!"
The book was starting to act rather huffy by this point, so I said, "Don't look at me like that! We can read the latest Bleach chapter together! Won't that be fun?"
It went on in this fashion for some time, until I grew tired of the silent treatment I was receiving from a compilation of murdered trees, and I finally read the first few chapters. Now, I'm wondering if this isn't a splendid time to start a hobby like scrap booking... Or golf. Or... anything really. -_- It's just so hard to care right now. Are you getting that?
The book arrived this morning via an apparently grumpy UPS man, who abused my front door, slammed the book to the ground, and then ran off before I could open the door and get a look at him. O.o Maybe he doesn't usually have to work on Saturdays?
So, I stared at the book and thought, "You know what would be fun right now? Finishing Volume 1 of Hana Kimi."
The book was patiently waiting for me after I did so, and I thought, "You know what would be time well spent? Cleaning and unpacking the new apartment."
The book followed me through the various rooms, and I finally met its accusing gaze, which seemed to ask, "Is this how a relationship of 6 intense years ends? With cruel indifference and painful neglect? With another great love already waiting in the wings to replace the first?"
In response, I said, "Okay, I know what I have to do. Watch my new anime, D. Gray-Man!"
The book was starting to act rather huffy by this point, so I said, "Don't look at me like that! We can read the latest Bleach chapter together! Won't that be fun?"
It went on in this fashion for some time, until I grew tired of the silent treatment I was receiving from a compilation of murdered trees, and I finally read the first few chapters. Now, I'm wondering if this isn't a splendid time to start a hobby like scrap booking... Or golf. Or... anything really. -_- It's just so hard to care right now. Are you getting that?
