gary has a job
well more like a stupid hobby people pay him for.
he writes fan fiction for anime magazines.
turns out fan fiction is an ancient art that can be traced back to egypt, where little pimply kids called quetzalcoatl (or moses or whatever egyptian kids were called) wrote about helping osiris smite the hittites.
he said there was mucho money in it, so i figure ill give it a try.
but all i have right now is the end:
"Sailor Moon took my hand and told me not to worry. Then she flew back to the Nebul Sphere.
I may never see her again."
so now i just need to figure out how she falls in love with me.
maybe i buy her a taco salad.
chicks dig taco salads.
originally posted: Friday, January 21, 2005
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