I have been on this earth for twenty-two years and eight months. In all that time I have faced numerous opponents, but never once has anyone revealed themselves to be that most special of someones; my true nemesis.
Until now, that is.
I had my suspicions from the day we met: the hair-pulling; the smacking me over the head; the random acts of ultraviolence. After our last encounter, and her formation of a posse with which to attack me, all doubts are removed.
She is my nemesis. And the fact that she is ten years old does not negate her menace in any way. As I write this, I suspet she is plotting my destruction. If you don't hear from me again, it means she is victorious.
Bring it on, Kyo-baka. I'm ready when you are.
Is she the one in blue? With her middle finger extended in your direction? Who isn't actually looking at you?
At least having a nemesis should help keep you busy. As if being surrounded by tiny hyperactive Japanese children wasn't taking care of that already.
Posted by: Colin | July 10, 2006 at 04:04 PM