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Are You Fucking Kidding Me, Japan?! of the Day: The Japanese hidden camera show “Panic Face King” (AKA The Super Terrific Happy Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Variety Hour) seems to think it’s a good idea to lock a man in a room with a bunch of strangers and then proceed to have them picked-off by an unseen sniper.
And the laughter… so much horrible, horrible laughter…
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LOL <3 these japanese shows.
I will be watching IRIS in celebration of completing my chemistry midterm (though probably failing) next Wednesday. I’m so excited!
I can’t wait for this either!!!
Hmmm..probably my favorite episode. Even nice watching w/o sound. Repeeeeeeat!Jasmine you watch top gear too?! hahah
2 Days In Paris
It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much.
When I feel someone is going to leave me, I have a tendency to break up first before I get to hear the whole thing. Here it is. One more, one less. Another wasted love story.
I really love this one.
When I think that its over, that I’ll never see him again like this… well yes, I’ll bump into him, we’ll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we had never been together, then we’ll slowly think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely. Almost.
Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drunk up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well.
There’s a moment in life where you can’t recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else’s kisses.
I remember this
