Well it's been a fun run and being a gimmick poster was pretty fun for a bit, but I've determined I no longer need to hide behind a mask while posting from work. And just who am I when the gimmick dies? I don't know, just guess.
I'm glad that my fancy plans (with pants to match) entertained people like Spaceman Spiff.
Recently some small girl fell from the sky and interupted me in the middle of... personal business. Eventually I learned I'm going to live to be like, a million, and will be doing so in a place called Neo Tokyo where all the buildings are crystal. Crazy!
Today was a bit of a weird day, but that's nothing new for me. I was just hanging out, and not using outdated slang, with my pal Motoki (who some people call Andrew for some reason) at the local arcade. I bump into this dumpling headed girl who is crying about a test or something, I don't know. Ever since I bumped into odango head a few weeks ago, I seem to see her everyday, crying about this or throwing a shoe at me for that. And why do people confuse dumplings with meatballs sometime, anyway?
