As I was walking down the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish, I wish he'd go away.
Fruits Basket was a good show. I haven't read the manga yet, but I've heard that it was much better, as it's a bit more in-depth than the show was or something.
I'm watching Full Moon again, after finishing Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne, or whatever that one was called.
And now I'm gone.
...I wear a kilt. Is it really any worse?
...
Oh right, right. A kilt is called a kilt, not a 'tartan skirt'. So it's totally okay. It's sort of like that cologne that's sitting through on the bathroom shelf. I mean at first I had my suspicions. It really looked and smelled like perfume to me. But then I spotted some macho looking man caressing his finely shaved chin on the label, and knew that it was a-okay.
My little brother is actually terrified of using a can of deodorant in the bathroom that says 'the most effective antiperspirant for women' on it. I think he's convinced that it contains oestrogen that will penetrate into his skin and transform him from the inside. ^_~