God damn but do I want to re-watch The Silence of the Lambs right now for some reason.
The weather is finally getting nice. Even a bit nippy at night.
I like listening to Toshi whine about how sad and lonely his life is. It's just really loud, passionate, hard-rock whining with bad Engrish thrown amid a spattering of Japanese even I can understand. That means he uses the words "love" and "dream" and "chest" and "pain" and "time" and stuff like that a lot. Ironically he wasn't the one to eat a bullet. And by eat a bullet I mean hang himself on a doorknob, as a Japanese student so humorously tried to explain to me in broken English.
The weather is finally getting nice. Even a bit nippy at night.
I like listening to Toshi whine about how sad and lonely his life is. It's just really loud, passionate, hard-rock whining with bad Engrish thrown amid a spattering of Japanese even I can understand. That means he uses the words "love" and "dream" and "chest" and "pain" and "time" and stuff like that a lot. Ironically he wasn't the one to eat a bullet. And by eat a bullet I mean hang himself on a doorknob, as a Japanese student so humorously tried to explain to me in broken English.