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baby don't hurt me
Saturday morning I woke up in less clothing than what I wore when I went to bed, aching in places I didn't know I had. I had spent the Friday evening doing something called "socializing". Once again I'm reminded why I don't usually do it.
Watching Sailor Moon live action alone felt wrong - I have only so many personalities to laugh at it with - and so I moved onto Slam Dunk! This was not a wise move, as I have a need to finish every single series that I start and this particular one is currently at least 18 volumes long.
Click me. You know you want to. (Any possible brain damage is not to be blamed on me. You clicked it because you wanted to.)
[edit] Okay. The second sentence of a new manga I'm reading: "Why in the world are there perfect beings like that Kazuki?!"
Watching Sailor Moon live action alone felt wrong - I have only so many personalities to laugh at it with - and so I moved onto Slam Dunk! This was not a wise move, as I have a need to finish every single series that I start and this particular one is currently at least 18 volumes long.
Click me. You know you want to. (Any possible brain damage is not to be blamed on me. You clicked it because you wanted to.)
[edit] Okay. The second sentence of a new manga I'm reading: "Why in the world are there perfect beings like that Kazuki?!"