I was going to make a Kanjani8 post, but I'm not some silly fangirl/boy or anything and I'm too lazy to make one, so here's all I have to say about them: They rock. Osaka all the way. Go listen to them. No, you may not borrow my CD, buy your own (unless you're Zaizen, in which case you are free to borrow my CDs whenever you like). ♥

Also: I think I'm coming down with a cold.  

There seems to be a lot of angry vibes coming from these journal things which means one thing: you all need to take yoga. Enough said. I hear Tokyo has good yoga places. America should have awesome ones, so the kids in America should take up classes. I'm thinking certain people need at least two or three classes a week. >:

Also: I am not yummy. I do not taste like caviar. No one is going to eat me.

KOHARU THIS MEANS YOU. YOU FOOL. 

So I'm back to my regular soap. The new one was nice and all, but I couldn't get used to the smell. And now that we've established that I don't taste like caviar, I can throw the forest-y smelling body wash away. I was starting to smell like a girl.

Zaizen. Bento? ♥

Also, all the relatives are really happy you're back, Yuushi. Doesn't this make you want to stay a little longer? They obviously miss you~

I have bite marks on my arm.

I bought a different body wash today. It has a kind of forest-y smell, which is no where near caviar, right? Not that the other body wash I was using smelled like caviar...

Yuushi, come back to Osaka. ♥ Apparently your BM doesn't like me. He's going to destroy Osaka and in order to save me, Kintarou's going to hide me in his closet. Just to let you know, I'll probably die in there. Who knows what Kin-chan keeps in his closet. So either come back or tell your captain not to destroy us, okay? 

At least not today. Or tomorrow. The day after might be okay though, if he really has to destroy us. It just has to be after the movie I'm planning to watch is over and it's playing tonight or tomorrow. Which means the destruction of Osaka has to wait.

Kin-chan, unless you clean your closet, Kenya cannot hide in there, got it?

Testing. This is Kenya's livejournal thing. Stalkers can bite me.