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Obligatory Toast posted:Oh, that's not even the worst part about those dolls. There are entire communities dedicated to people sharing these dolls and writing fan fiction about them. Pft, you forgot the best part! People making "comics" by splicing together awkward photos of their dolls! (Complete with MS Paint "sweatdrops" and suchlike added on later.) (Some of the dolls are less girly though and really do fit in among a standard doll lineup.)
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The Worst Unicorn posted:
No dude, you were possessed by a Hairy Manime God. In fact, im pretty sure your friend was actually possessed by Heero Yuy, and you may even have been possessed by Sephiroth. This was all done to actually depict the true form of Parrier, however the wings are the last vestige of Magnolia... That or Chester sprouted wings.
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I had a friend named Steve. He was a bit odd. Here's a short story about Steve. I went over to Steve's house one day and I found this full-body car-hart stuffed with clothes, with a small hole torn out in the crotch. There were dish-gloves over the wrists, and a baloon head that had sexy-female lips on it. I didn't ask any questions. Steve would wear these awesome aviator shades, slick his hair back, and then ride around on this like 2-foot tall kid-motorcycle. Oh yeah, he usually had a (real?) Katana strapped to his back. One day I showed up at his house for some Lego/Larping - and he acted like he didn't know me anymore. He confessed that he was a clone duplicate of Steve to act as a placeholder, while the REAL Steve was on this planet "Animalia". He was just quiet and distant that whole day. We watched Wishbone, Magic Schoolbus, One of his dad's pornos (Anal Palace) - and then parted ways for the evening. The next day, I came over - he was like "So I heard you met *forget the name - but it was like 'Bleepblarg Nine'*" I kinda played along. I didn't want to offend him. I was like "Yeah, he was kinda weird. So... uh all that stuff was true?" "Yeah dude" he replied. He then said "I have a girlfriend on Animalia..." "Cool" I replied. There was an akward silence... then he says "She's a fox". (I thought he meant like - 'she's a foxy lady') and I giggled and was like "SWEET!". He stopped me with a straight face, and was like "No, really... she's a fox. She has a tail"
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Third Murderer posted:"I believe these games exist but they don't" would be a pretty boring delusion. How come I don't get a cloud castle? Well, as it happens, I've seen this delusion. I had a friend in middle school who, at some point during sixth grade, started talking about a new computer game he had seen and gotten to play a bunch of somewhere - I think supposedly at a game convention or something? Anyway, it was called Mega Soldier or Mega Police or something like that, and he would go on for ages describing how amazing this game was. And I and some of our other friends were totally pumped about this game for a long time, and would listen to him go into exquisite detail about how it worked and what it was about, totally buying the reality of this unseen game. Before I describe it, I should mention the very important fact that this was in 1998. Remember that as you read this description. 1998. As I recall, it was some kind of FPS where you played as a cyborg super soldier fighting I think aliens or robots - both I think. It had this big convoluted plot with conspiracy theories and something about computer viruses hacking peoples' brains or something. It was so complicated that I can't actually remember a lot of the details, but you were I guess working for, like, an even more secret CIA. I think part of the plot was that the president wasn't the real president, but some kind of alien spy, and you had to break into a compound in the jungle somewhere to get the real president back before the fake president did something that involved area 51 or the illuminati or something. I think that's where the computer brain virus came in. Also, there was a level where you fought robot ninjas - I definitely remember that, because I was 11, and thought robot ninjas was a wicked sweet idea. The game mechanics were insane, for 1998. He claimed there were like 50 different weapons, with customizable ammo and scopes or something. Also, you could pick up basically any object in the game and interact with it somehow. So you could pick up a pair of scissors and a piece of paper, and cut the paper. There were vehicles, too. Every vehicle you could think of - cars, tanks, helicopters, jets, spaceships, loving mechs, all unique with their own weapon systems and everything. And your character had super strength or something, and could see through walls using some special eye implant thing, and could have an energy field around him to deflect bullets, but not lasers. It also had body-part specific health, so if you got shot in the leg, you would limp until you healed somehow, with a kit or whatever. There was also some kind of economy system, so you could get money for doing missions and use it to buy weapons or vehicles for the next level. What I remember a lot about, too, was what he would say about the graphics of this game. It was photorealistic, he said, graphics so beautiful it was like watching a movie. Now, this was 1998, so photorealistic graphics weren't really possible. He even said that the computer he played it on was some kind of specially built supercomputer to play it, and that the reason none of us had heard of this game before, and the reason we wouldn't be able to play it any time soon was because it would need to run with a Voodoo 6 graphics card, which he claimed already existed, but wouldn't be released to the public for several years. (In 1998, the state of the art graphics card was a Voodoo 3, and the last card designed by 3Dfx before NVIDIA bought them was the Voodoo 5, in 2000). And everything else about the game was also totally realistic, down to there being grass and rocks on the ground, and pictures hung up on the wall, that were all destructible objects with accurate physics, so the game also required some huge amount of memory and a ridiculous non-existent processor (a Pentium 5?). The levels were huge and nonlinear, and every character was totally unique, with separate voice acting for each one, including all the hundreds of bad guys you just gunned down anyway. He talked about that game for well over two years, but I think after the first, most of us had figured out that he was full of poo poo, because this game was technologically impossible, and also he had managed to talk about it for a year after only playing it once, presumably for just a few hours, max, at a game convention. In eighth grade, he just stopped talking about it and never mentioned it again. For a couple years after that, we would occasionally bring it up with him to make fun of him about it, basically whenever we wanted to call bullshit on anything else he was talking about. He always feigned no knowledge of it, like he didn't remember what game we were talking about. In retrospect, most of the features of Mega Soldier or Mega Police or whatever have appeared in games since then (multiple vehicles in an FPS, enormous destructible environments with many interactive objects, practically photorealistic graphics and detailed physics) but this was nineteen ninety loving eight, and the fact that Half-Life let you control a train at one point, and had a guided rocket launcher, was blowing our loving minds. Holy poo poo, this got long. Sorry guys.
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People like Denise make me glad that I'm too old to have experienced anime culture. The closest thing there was to anime when I was a kid was Astro Boy and The Little Prince.
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uglynoodles posted:I made some money off of freelancing some time ago and during a long jobless spell, that was how I managed to live. That's honestly pretty impressive. From what I understand, the art business is pretty tough to make any kind of money from, so more power to you. As for the drawing posted, well... I'd like to hate on it, but it's better than anything I could ever draw. I'm a pretty good writer, though. Does she write terrible fanfics? Those are always fun to read. I'm sure hers would be right up there with fanfiction.net's finest. The Worst Unicorn posted:What if he were not an anime. You are the best unicorn.
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This whole thing makes me feel sad. Interested, but sad. It just kind of reminds me of when I was like... 12-14. Pretty much around when I first joined SA, in fact! I wasn't nearly that crazy though. I never believed in any of it, though I came up with characters and imagined and things. I was a lonely, depressed kid, with a lovely childhood. I loved anime a ton, but I never got involved with much anime clubs or anime people. Except for one, she was all wiccan and cast magical spells and poo poo. She ended up living the anime dream I guess, she got really pretty, is gonna end up teaching english in japan, and hangs around pretty asian boys all day. She wasn't that crazy, honestly, just self-centered and not very smart. She was autistic, too. I don't know why I didn't hang out with the other anime kids. The figurines and posters and super fandom always kind of creeped me out, for some reason. Also the other people wanting to be asian so bad, and asking whether or not I was japanese. I pretty much never bought any junk, never went to any conventions or anything. I hate anime now, though I try not to. Even if it is mostly misogynistic and creepy, people who attach themselves so strongly to it have mental problems.
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Garrdor posted:One day I showed up at his house for some Lego/Larping - and he acted like he didn't know me anymore. He confessed that he was a clone duplicate of Steve to act as a placeholder, while the REAL Steve was on this planet "Animalia". He was just quiet and distant that whole day. We watched Wishbone, Magic Schoolbus, One of his dad's pornos (Anal Palace) - and then parted ways for the evening. This is the best sentence.
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Garrdor posted:We watched ... One of his dad's pornos (Anal Palace) So, you know you probably could have left this out. It begs the question however what you two were doing watching this.
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Shoes for pidgeons posted:This could make a great thread itself Not gonna lie, I would watch that thread and five it every day.
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RoboSpy posted:As I recall, it was some kind of FPS where you played as a cyborg super soldier fighting I think aliens or robots - both I think. It had this big convoluted plot with conspiracy theories and something about computer viruses hacking peoples' brains or something. It was so complicated that I can't actually remember a lot of the details, but you were I guess working for, like, an even more secret CIA. I think part of the plot was that the president wasn't the real president, but some kind of alien spy, and you had to break into a compound in the jungle somewhere to get the real president back before the fake president did something that involved area 51 or the illuminati or something. I think that's where the computer brain virus came in. You need to tell your friend to stop ripping off Deus Ex and Ghost in the Shell for his imaginary fan fiction.
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SSNeoman posted:You need to tell your friend to stop ripping off Deus Ex and Ghost in the Shell for his imaginary fan fiction. Yeah, as I was writing it up, it occurred to me that there was a lot of similarity to both, but the thing is that Deus Ex didn't actually come out until two years later, and this guy wasn't into anime or manga at the time, so probably didn't know about Ghost in the Shell.
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RoboSpy posted:As I recall, it was some kind of FPS where you played as a cyborg super soldier fighting I think aliens or robots - both I think. It had this big convoluted plot with conspiracy theories and something about computer viruses hacking peoples' brains or something. It was so complicated that I can't actually remember a lot of the details, but you were I guess working for, like, an even more secret CIA. I think part of the plot was that the president wasn't the real president, but some kind of alien spy, and you had to break into a compound in the jungle somewhere to get the real president back before the fake president did something that involved area 51 or the illuminati or something. I think that's where the computer brain virus came in. Also, there was a level where you fought robot ninjas - I definitely remember that, because I was 11, and thought robot ninjas was a wicked sweet idea. Up until this point it sounds A LOT like Syndicate: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syndicate_(video_game)
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I recall the plot of Perfect Dark had something about aliens cloning the president.
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Garrdor posted:I went over to Steve's house one day and I found this full-body car-hart stuffed with clothes, with a small hole torn out in the crotch. There were dish-gloves over the wrists, and a baloon head that had sexy-female lips on it. I didn't ask any questions. Here's a question: what's a full-body car-hart?
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Doc Hawkins posted:Here's a question: what's a full-body car-hart?  Sweet dreams.
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This thread reminds me of a guy I used to know, I think we were 19 years old. His name was Bo and after a night of bonding over msn, we met IRL and he told me he was actually part night-elf. His mother was the bastard child of some grand night-elf king, but she was shunned after Bo's dad raped her and she gave birth to Bo. He told me that his mom was now traveling the world, fighting evil with her mad elf powers and seeking revenge upon her kind. He would join her epic quest, after he was done training (he couldn't really lift the swords he bought.) and got his diploma. His neighbour later told me that his mom went out for cigarettes, never came back and recently send a letter saying that she wanted to leave this 'failure of a life' behind. Poor Bo 
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My art sucks painfully hard, but I wanted you guys to meet Frankie. She was the kid who liked LARP far too much and would often badly Photoshop fangs onto famous actresses and rock stars to illustrate what her characters look like. She's since graduated, but at the ripe age of 25 still spends all her disposable income on brand-name gothic lolita dresses and visual-kei band merchandise, often going without food to do so, meaning she was always ill and painfully underweight. We tried to help her out and convince her to see a doctor, but she said she "didn't believe in it, and anyway, [her] friends (not doctors) had tried some psychiatric techniques on [her] and it didn't work". During a discussion a bunch of us were having about religion a few years ago, this happened.  What with having grown up in a pretty uniformly Christian town, I hadn't met a pagan before and was pretty interested.  I was still Christian then, and I got the impression that she thought I would burn her at the stake or something. Note that this isn't about her religion - since then, I've met lots of nice pagans and seen that there are a good few nice ones in this very forum.  This is when it got weird.  So she paused for a minute, closed her eyes, took in a big, deep, breath... and looked exactly the same, just a bit more alert, and much, much creepier.  At least now she is on the other side of the country and cannot sniff me again.
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Garrdor posted:All he needs now is a trilby (which he refers to as a fedora) and you have the archetypal Troper.
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Stottie Kyek posted:
Although the other side of the Netherlands is still only a few hours away. 
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Storytime? Okay. When I was in 4th grade I tended to have a few dumb kids that would hang out with me and my friends. We really didn't want them around, we'd ask them to leave us alone, but they never really got the message. I don't know how much clearer we could have been. Several times we flat out told them we disliked them and didn't want them around. I suppose it was because they were so dumb, they just didn't get it. v  vAs schools tend to do, we had bouts of sickness run through. More than half of my class was out with the flu one day, including all but one of my group. Said person got ill before lunch and got checked out. I got surrounded by the dumb kids we all disliked in the cafeteria. They chatted about Megaman and WWF, which was fine. I didn't participate in the discussion because I didn't loving want them there. All of a sudden, one of them leans over. He stares deep into my eyes, hovering over my tray. And then? "Are you really a vampire?" comes out of his mouth. "Yeah, sure." I say. I figure 'vampire' is some nickname for something else and I just don't care. I'm starting to feel sick too. The rest of this group stares in awe at me and begins to pelt me with questions. Were the others vampires too? Would we 'turn' them? How did I sneak out of my parents' house every night to go feed? etc. I gave them answers that I don't even remember because gently caress it, I didn't care about their stupid game. I went home a couple of hours later for about a week. I come back to school and these kids are all wearing their jackets like cloaks and chatting my circle of friends up in 'secret' (on the other side of the playground from the other kids). I head over because I'm curious. Lo and behold, those few bullshit answers I'd given them had exploded into a whole other dimension amongst the outcasts of our group. My friends and I were magical princess vampire queens from another galaxy that had been transplanted into our families for safe keeping. Because, you see, there were hunters. And ultimately they would kill us. We didn't remember feeding every night because we went into a trance when we slept. And we could just loving magic ourselves out of the house, I guess? This went on for months. They bought us lunches, they saved us seats and we still told them to get the hell away from us because they were creepy as hell. Instead, they started bowing and kneeling and bringing stuff from home to gift to us. They wanted stories of our home 'realm' and all sorts of other poo poo, too. We did nothing to encourage them, but still, it continued. And continued. When Twilight came out, all of them latched on to it. We were suddenly Twilight vampires or something. It was about then that I just cut them all off. Because they were loving crazy. It'd gone on over a decade and I was just too lazy to block their phone numbers/aim screen names/email/etc. To this day they still flock to the one girl who's left in my hometown and call her the same princess name they did in 4th grade. They are the creepiest little cult I've ever seen.
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Lost opportunity there. I would have asked them to bring me some juicy steaks for lunch. Medium rare, some sea salt and pepper. Us vampire lords still got some earthly appetites and all.
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Yeah, gotta say, while part of me thinks that's pretty creepy, another part of me is absolutely egotistical enough to want a little cult catering to my every whim.
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What is it with europeans and faeries? Why can't they hallucinate aliens, angels, and anime guys that may be aliens and angels like people in decent countries?
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Fluffy Bunnies posted:Vampire groupies  That reminds me of the Manson family but in reverse.
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Pick posted:Wow, this thread gets crazier and crazier. Thanks for keeping us updated so promptly! I'm going by the prices my sister quoted me. She had Jace done up as a pirate, with a sword & gun, so that may be where the big cost was. I agree that he isn't a pretty doll--he has a long, beaky nose. I was flipping through one of her doll magazines to see something called a Soom Sook(sp?). The damned thing was huge--it was the size of a kid, 30" tall or so. It had poseable hands, which means that the fingers move individually. It was posed holding cigarettes and other things. There was also some company that made things like mermaid tails, wings, or hooves for the dolls so they could be different creatures. Denise really needs a Reborn doll. Those are life-sized baby dolls that you paint and customize. My sister made hers into a baby demon, with little horns and fangs.
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Stottie Kyek posted:I live in England myself, but I'm part of a big Dutch family - though England's not very wide either... If she's a lolita, then I probably know her or know of her through friends of friends. Now I must know who she is.
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Doc Hawkins posted:What is it with europeans and faeries? Why can't they hallucinate aliens, angels, and anime guys that may be aliens and angels like people in decent countries? I dunno, one of my friends used to hallucinate angel and demon creatures and spirits around the place, and it scared the hell out of her. But that was psychosis, and she got some medicine and therapy for it. She's much better now and leads a pretty normal life. anyoldactress posted:If she's a lolita, then I probably know her or know of her through friends of friends. Now I must know who she is. I wouldn't want to give any personal information or anything. Plus I'm told there are a LOT of them, seeing pictures of her and a ton of lolitas with stick-on fairy/faerie/fayereieye wings/horns/fangs etc. at visual-kei concerts the odd times the bands visit the UK.
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I think i have to find and apologize from the guy i've met couple of years ago thinking that he is a Dark Lord of Sith because i sort of trolled him for some moments. He sounds like a beacon of normality after this  .Also OP i am really glad that you are doing good and solid after all you've been through because, god-drat. That telephone call and "saving money for creepy anime doll" thing really made me clench my teeth with anger.
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Yeah there are a ridiculous amount of them. And I think I went to college with a slightly frightening percentage of the southern ones. Although the ones I knew are kinda chill and dress normal for everyday stuff, then suddenly you'll see facebook photos of LOLI PARTY 2011. They always seemed less worrying than the few that were into anthro stuff. Although, come to think of it, there was this one girl who had like a MAD crush on some guy or other, and was convinced that she'd fixated on him SO hard that she was pregnant with his child. Like, she was asking us if we knew anything about getting child support. She'd never spoken to him and I don't think she knew his name, but she was certain they had some kind of destined baby or whatever. Dammit my stories just aren't up to the level of this thread 
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The Worst Unicorn, I absolutely loving love your rendition of non-animu Denise yaoi guy. BUKLERNIN'! Denise was a special snowflake in many respects. Not only was she a dragon demon succubus virgin prince princess, but she was also highly educated. This is why it took her three additional years to pass Grade 12 and graduate from highschool. I was not present for those three years like I had been before; My home (or lack thereof) situation meant that I had to drop school in order to work and pay rent. I dropped out in Grade 11. I should also mention that Denise is at least two years older than me, yet was in my grade. I should say also that I don't believe Denise is stupid in the base sense of the word. It's not that she's below average or just couldn't understand the highschool curriculum, it's that she simply refused to learn any of it. She wasn't interested and thought it was too hard. That's what she's like in a lot of areas in life. It's not that she isn't capable, just that if it's in the least bit challenging she doesn't care about it. She can't spell very well and her vocabulary is pretty basic for similar reasons. She was interested in her animu boyfriends and magic land and Yu-Gi-Oh! stats and that was about it. She just wasn't very absorptive. She took Japanese class for a while with me and Kat -- because of course glorious Nippon -- but none of it stuck. I can read and write Hiragana, Katakana, and limited Kanji, and I can understand and hold basic conversations in the language. I believe Kat also continued her studies. Despite failing to a level I never thought possible to learn the language, she began to seriously look at teaching English in Japan. She wanted to go there so drat bad, she managed to weasel money out of her family to send her there. I bet she was a real beacon of cultural understanding whilst she was there and definitely not just another ignorant rear end in a top hat refusing to speak the language, smelling up the bookstore aisles and buying children's toys and DVDs by the hundreds.  SUMIMASEN, NIHONGO NI HANASHIMASEN It was during my last few months at school that I tried hard to get her to meet others and disengage from her fantasy. There was a guy that supposedly had a thing for her -- I encouraged her to ask him out and try to get to know him. But he wasn't a bishie boy, so no such luck. She wasn't attracted to him. She did tell me she knew his spirit was Zidane from Final Fantasy IX though. Sigh. She also began assigning me characters and explaining to me my various incarnations -- She told me she was certain that I was Freya from FFIX, and I was also somehow simultaneously Kuja from the same game. I was Zell from FFVIII, Ripley from Aliens as well as the Queen alien, Indiana Jones, and one of the raptors from Jurassic Park. Aliens, Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark, and Jurassic Park are my favourite films of all time, so I suppose she was probably trying to appease me in some way. The same way she tried to appease me by insinuating I was Pope Badass the First of Escaflowne. To be fair, I did sometimes feel like Ripley when dealing with Denise. Kat, if I was Ripley, you were Newt. You probably felt the same but reversed. After I dropped out I had a lot less contact with her. After I had had some time to try and forgive her for the Dollfie thing, sometimes I would try to reach out to her but I think my very evident disinterest in her Dollfie pissed her off because she was always Cleaning Her Room. I saw her with a Dollfie meetup group a few times in a mall, roleplaying them having buttsex or whatever the gently caress it is they do. I'm probably not far off in my assumptions. For a time she had a part time position as a janitor working at the same place her father did. After several months she quit, citing stress or something I don't remember exactly. Then began the long stretches of time in which Denise was jobless. During which she still demanded animus, was still a messy shut-in, and in addition felt it'd be awesome to cite astral babies as a valid reason not to go and hand out resumées. Every day she was soooo sick and had suuuch a headache and jubhunting was soooo hard. This was before the recession hit. It wasn't exactly difficult to get hired on somewhere, but then again one typically has to wear clean clothing and not smell like the week old end products of a vulture's digestive tract to get the position. Kat and I, who were both employed, would try to help her, even offering to go out jobhunting but there was always some form of excuse so we gave up. The few instances during this time period where we would speak, she would whine about not having money for whatever issue of manga she wanted or some new figurine, and I would silently remind myself of the Buddhist concepts of compassion and why they were so important to me. "Be kind; For every one you meet fights a hard battle." One of the last conversations I had with her when I still lived in my hometown is still very vivid in my mind. Experience and world-view is relative, I told myself as I grit my teeth, her yammering -- about the spirit of Adonis astrally visiting her in the night, and someone dressed as Sephiroth giving her a hug at a con -- turning into nothing but a bouncing tone in my ear. She's never been hungry, she just doesn't understand. That isn't her fault. She shouldn't have to understand something like that. Nobody should. At the same time, I couldn't stop the feeling of indignation creeping through me. When that conversation ended, I more or less tried to forget about Denise for a long time. And I succeeded. More or less. Until... the post right below mine posted:Did she ever make it to Japan? Yes, to visit. She went for 2 weeks. uglynoodles fucked around with this message at 21:05 on Oct 29, 2011 |
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uglynoodles posted:For a time she had a part time position as a janitor working at the same place her father did. After several months she quit, citing stress or something I don't remember exactly. Then began the long stretches of time in which Denise was jobless. During which she still demanded animus, was still a messy shut-in, and in addition felt it'd be awesome to cite astral babies as a valid reason not to go and hand out resumées. Every day she was soooo sick and had suuuch a headache and jubhunting was soooo hard. This was before the recession hit. It wasn't exactly difficult to get hired on somewhere, but then again one typically has to wear clean clothing and not smell like the week old end products of a vulture's digestive tract to get the position. Kat and I, who were both employed, would try to help her, even offering to go out jobhunting but there was always some form of excuse so we gave up. I was like this myself for a while, and only really got out of it after being medicated. As awful a person as Denise is, I really do feel sorry for her. She really does need psychiatric help.
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uglynoodles posted:What is that part under the magazines? The shirt ends and there's something... hairy
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uglynoodles posted:
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I'm always kind of embarrassed for America whenever Japan has to deal with one of those anime fanatic tourists. I don't want to be associated with that.
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