Ya dummy, I was talking about back in Edo. And love isn't about being romantic and writing poetry about someone every day expressing your lovely dovey teenage hormones in flowery words, no. It's about CLEANING THE TOILET and PUTTING UP WITH EATING THEIR TERRIBLE FOOD WHEN IT TASTES LIKE THE SCUM STUCK TO YOUR SHOE and HOLDING BACK THEIR HAIR WHEN THEIR GOING TO PRAY TO THE PORCELAIN THRONE.
THAT is love. *goes back to reading about Ichigo charging up his Bankai* Ah...I want one too...
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Date: 2009-02-17 09:23 pm (UTC)THAT is love. *goes back to reading about Ichigo charging up his Bankai* Ah...I want one too...