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Ken Ichijouji
13 April 2020 @ 05:12 pm

[OOC comments and constructive criticism is welcome here!*]
*Please mind that the RP disregards the original 02 ending and that players are mostly allowed to play their characters by their own, collectively approved, opinion.
Feeling: ecstaticecstatic
Ken Ichijouji
09 February 2010 @ 07:23 pm
I'm hungry.

Not, not just hungry. Starving.

Now one might just suggest I eat. This would be a totally viable idea if someone hadn't already eaten me out of house and home my sexy apartment.

Out I go.
Feeling: hungryhungry
Ken Ichijouji
20 January 2010 @ 01:29 am
I am convinced there's something in the water around here. Why, you ask? Because there's this symptom that everyone I know seems to be exhibiting.

They're all idiots.

Idiot #1: Hey, you know what's a great idea? Let's tell my best friend that Senor Hottie and myself nearly did the nasty. Nevermind that my best friend is dating the best friend of Senor Hottie's ex. I'm sure this won't turn around to bite me in the ass.

Idiot #2 + 3: We should tell people about relationships that have nothing to do with us and are truly, in the big scheme of things, irrelevant. OH. Better than that, let's tell someone who is obviously mentally unstable something that will make him do something ridiculously stupid.

Idiot #4 + 5: Let's BURN SHIT DOWN then post pictures of it for everyone and their mom to see. Then let's call people whores regardless of actually knowing anything about the situation or our own whore-y past.

Yeah. You would think the older these people got the less stupid they'd act... but, haha, obviously not! Oh well, their antics never cease to amuse me.

P.S. Of course Senor Hottie is a reference to my own hot ass.
Feeling: amusedamused
Ken Ichijouji
24 August 2009 @ 10:18 pm
While I can't particularly say that I've enjoyed the past couple weeks, in comparison to all the bitching that people seem to be doing I must be doing remarkably well.

Ah, self. I'm ever the optimist.

I've been basically keeping company with myself and my - rather hilarious, if I do say so myself - inner dialogue... I can't really remember the last time I actually spent time with another Chosen. Not that a few of them haven't tried, I just can't manage to drag myself out of the house long enough to involve myself in their ceaseless drama.

Maybe I'll start answering my texts from now on, if anyone would like to hang out with an asshole like me. I should just point out the obvious - I'm not interested in your game of musical bed-partners, nor do I want to hear about your drama. If you need lessons on manipulating people, however...

Well, good. Now that that's all cleared up I suppose I'll sit and stare at my phone, waiting for that special person to call me and ask if I'd like to spend a little time with them...

Hah! Yeah right. You should count yourself lucky if I answer.

Feeling: chipperchipper
Ken Ichijouji
16 July 2009 @ 10:56 pm
I, the greatest being to ever live, am getting a tattoo.
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Feeling: deviousdevious
Ken Ichijouji
11 July 2009 @ 11:26 pm
Some things just aren't cool. Let me list a few examples, but before I do, I will warn you. Little baby-ears who don't like cussing and the like can go F themselves. Little baby-ears who don't like cussing can just ignore this whole post. It is unsafe. It will taint your innocent mind.

My Grievances.Collapse )

Aside from that, everything's great.

Feeling: stressedstressed
Ken Ichijouji
04 July 2009 @ 10:45 pm
While boredom has seemingly consumed my life, there have been a few bright points recently.

Yes, besides laundry.

One would be the curious make-out session that took place between me and a claimed man. A claimed man that a I used to despise. Oh, how ironic and twisted life is. You blink, and everything's changed.

While we're on the topic of making out with people who are already in a relationship, I think I may do it again. Why, you ask? Because life has been boring and everyone is entirely too content in their relationships. We need to stir things up, give some crabs a new home...


Eh, maybe I just need to do a little bumpin' and grindin' with someone...

"Someone." You know who you are. Phone me.

Feeling: amusedamused
Ken Ichijouji
13 June 2009 @ 01:52 pm
Don't worry, Hikari.

I told Miyako that you were just dating her manly self out of pity. No need to keep up the facade.

Feeling: cheerfulcheerful
Ken Ichijouji
19 May 2009 @ 12:12 am
It took until tonight to realize how pathetic lame my life has been as of lately...

The only reason I returned to Japan at all was because I was feeling social for a change. Despite this, all that I have done in the way of 'being social' is go to a laundromat. Half the time, I don't even speak to anyone there. I just watch my clothes swirl through the soapy water...

Feeling: apatheticapathetic
Ken Ichijouji
07 May 2009 @ 09:59 pm


Although the meaning of this word is known to me, the aspect of it I cannot comprehend. Previous to this moment, these series of moments, I failed to empathize with anyone who said that they were in the midst of a struggle, emotionally or mentally, at least.

And now, as I find myself in the – arguably – only struggle of my existence, I still do not understand. While all the evidence is plainly there, I cannot wrap my mind around it. It alone appears to be the catalyst to my return.

This so-called struggle of mine remains completely in my own mind, for my mind is lying to me and I couldn't begin to understand why. What could it be lying about? Pain. It is telling me, quite loud and pronounced, that I am in some sort of pain. An ache, steadily thrumming in my thoracic cavity, has been poking and prodding, insisting I think of something...

The ache, it forced me to think of the friends I once had. The people who started as enemies, but swiftly began to taint me with their kindness. Now, without them around, I ache. A stupid person would tell me that I miss them, but I doubt my own ability to feel such a way about a group of people who so passionately destroyed everything I had left.

Another stupid person said, 'the proof is in the pudding', and I fear that the pudding in this case is my inevitable return. What is it proof of?

I am still capable of human emotion.

Feeling: cynicalcynical