I Beat Up Myself So I Don't Beat Up Others.

I think the day when everything comes together and I finally know my happiness will be the day Death takes me. Some of us just weren't lucky enough to be born for happy lives.

You know you're a POS when you have zero doubt in your mind that invading another country is okay, and you refuse to hear out anyone that believes it may have been a very poor/internationally immoral choice. Or you are when you are so rife with corruption you don't want to accept responsibility for stealing millions from your country to build yourself a nicer mansion.

That's not part of Japan. That's the island with Knights of the Round materia.

Always manage to forget this word describing me despite it being incredibly accurate.

"You must stay at the table until you finish all your beans. Then, you have my permission to die." -Lima Bane

In case you're wondering, yes, I did do this. Yes, it was on my phone, which is why it's not perfect (really wanted the coat, too). Yes, I hate lima beans.

Spy gun. Check. Holster. Check. All I need now is a nice suit.

Quandary: Buy some new furniture or buy a new forge and anvil... Damn you, decisions!

A psychologist asked me if I think about hurting myself or others. I said,"No." I lied.

I will never allow anyone I care about to own a minivan.

I love pine cones. Stepping on them sounds like the crushing of my enemies' bones.