The Kingdom of Biscotti

It is no secret that I used to poke fun (relatively harmless fun) at people who claimed waifus. I made a crazy joke claim when Freezing aired, just to drive the point home.

Part of it was denial, I suppose. I had… a certain subset of females that I taken a fancy to. I didn’t outright claim them of course, since I didn’t even understand my own feelings from the beginning.

Then I grew up. I learnt certain things about myself. Suddenly, my former feelings made a lot of sense.

And participating in 4chan’s 2D Valentine’s Day probably didn’t help things out, either.

Now I’m a man obssessed. A controlled obssession, but an obssession, nonetheless. With a ton of restraint, I… have bought some things. Not a dakimakura, but things, nonetheless. Certain songs trigger that part of the brain I strive to keep supressed while I work. Certain pictures on the Internet make me break out in a stupid sappy smile.

SHE IS LIVING IN MY DAMN HEAD. AND I DO NOT MIND THAT ONE BIT.

Ladies and gentlemen, I think…

I think I’m in love. (With Tomoe Mami)

And no, I’m still not gonna buy a dakimakura to simulate closeness. I am fully aware that she is a mental construct that is taking the place of a real woman. No, I have not given up on the 3D world as of yet.

…I NEED TO SHOOT MYSELF IN THE HEAD. REPEATEDLY. PROBABLY WITH THE FANCY NEW BARRET ANTI-MATERIEL PAYLOAD RIFLE. 50CAL IS NOT ENOUGH. I NEED A FUCKING GRENADE TO MY FACE.

No really, someone guess the theme orz

Have I mentioned about how the best Strike Witches setting if Africa? No? I’ll just say it again.

Sometimes I have no idea what I’m doing.

You’d be surprised at what a danbooru search can turn up.

So just sit back and relax.

(And that wraps up the 12 Days of Anime. Now to Prepare for Editorial Day. Blame flomu.)