I've been resisting this for a long time. How do you pick your favorite Suicide Girls? Well, I've chosen. I guess it's about fucking time considering that I've been hovering around the site since November of 2002 (it feels like yesterday.) So, my favoirite SGs are...
Missy: How could Missy not be a favorite? Not picking Missy as a favorite is like saying you are against the first fish that crawled out of the ocean onto dry land. That fucking fish started it all man! Respect the fish! Missy started it all too. The Suicide Girl next door. Also slightly adorable.
Olivia: A starving infant doesn't want to see a nipple more than I want to see Olivia's. At this point I don't care what happens. If they turn out to have teeth, or if they shoot deadly poison, even if they are shaped like Indonesia, still a favorite.
Fractal: Those eyes? Are you kidding me? If you told the world's foremost anime artist that he could draw a woman and she'd come to life and be his, that's what her eyes would look like. Maybe a couple of other parts too.
Seda: I've hired some very talented seamstresses to craft for me a pair of pants with a pocket just large enough to hold Seda. It might be tough on the subways during rush hour, and I'd have to fly first class as a rule, but oh what a pair of pantaloons they'd be.
Sicily: The mouth that launched a thousand nuns into a coma. I guess on the website it would be the fingers. The brain? That brain that launched a...I digress. The point is, if she doesn't answer my question on the advice thread within 48 hours she's comin' down! I'm takin' my ball and I'm goin' home!
So, those are my choices. Why did I add my reasoning? I don't know. Will anyone ever read this? I don't know. Is it possible that with some training and a lot of bamboo I could become the greatest martial artist the world has ever seen? I don't know. I think the lesson here is that even though one time a life-sized cutout of Darth Vader frightened the bejesus out of me, I'm not scared of the unknown.
Missy: How could Missy not be a favorite? Not picking Missy as a favorite is like saying you are against the first fish that crawled out of the ocean onto dry land. That fucking fish started it all man! Respect the fish! Missy started it all too. The Suicide Girl next door. Also slightly adorable.
Olivia: A starving infant doesn't want to see a nipple more than I want to see Olivia's. At this point I don't care what happens. If they turn out to have teeth, or if they shoot deadly poison, even if they are shaped like Indonesia, still a favorite.
Fractal: Those eyes? Are you kidding me? If you told the world's foremost anime artist that he could draw a woman and she'd come to life and be his, that's what her eyes would look like. Maybe a couple of other parts too.
Seda: I've hired some very talented seamstresses to craft for me a pair of pants with a pocket just large enough to hold Seda. It might be tough on the subways during rush hour, and I'd have to fly first class as a rule, but oh what a pair of pantaloons they'd be.
Sicily: The mouth that launched a thousand nuns into a coma. I guess on the website it would be the fingers. The brain? That brain that launched a...I digress. The point is, if she doesn't answer my question on the advice thread within 48 hours she's comin' down! I'm takin' my ball and I'm goin' home!
So, those are my choices. Why did I add my reasoning? I don't know. Will anyone ever read this? I don't know. Is it possible that with some training and a lot of bamboo I could become the greatest martial artist the world has ever seen? I don't know. I think the lesson here is that even though one time a life-sized cutout of Darth Vader frightened the bejesus out of me, I'm not scared of the unknown.
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In regards to the eviction thing: It's funny, I see the building manager creeping around here sometimes with his little clipboard like he doesn't want to be noticed. He gingerly sticks notices on the door so no one will hear. It's kind of pathetic. I have very little respect for these people and the way they conduct themselves...sorry, I sort of ended up ranting in your journal.
"You do work for the actual bank, right?"
He laughed, but there was a little bit of fear in there on my part. It sucks we can't just trust people.