funny.

Imagine what it would look like if William Hung choreographed a dance for the Harajuku girls. There'd be plenty of uncoordinated arm flailing motions and some side to side steps (not in rhythm). And of course, gawky unmatched outfits. I imagined pink shirts tucked into goldenrod bell bottoms finished off with striped shoes. Maybe your imagination is not as merciful as mine and you imagined them wearing burlap sacks for shirts and socks. That is OK too.

Then you have me. Where do I fall into this picture?

7:25 every morning, William Hung's Harajuku girls assemble in front of Room 106 to show off their untalent.

My philosophy is this: A daily dose of manga keeps the normal friends away.