The Reject Station

When Sylphalchemist and I started this blog, I told her, "I just hope Fucking Shoujo lasts longer than milk." We laughed. The "Haha It's not going to last that long" laugh.

Male lead's just Clark on super red kryptonite.

And now it's been two months and I feel like a giddy fourteen year old who reached the two month mark since stalking her celebrity crush. Like my ten year crush on Tom Welling, male lead of Smallville. Dude dropped off the face of the earth after the show ended. Strange that his old love interest is on a new show without him.

But anyway, I've been brainstorming new ways to keep this blog alive since most of the manga I've reviewed were series that I read a long time ago.

Sylphalchemist: Read more manga.
Me: I think I'm growing too old for this shit shoujo.
Sylphalchemist: How dare you insult the majestic rainbow kawaii desu wonder that is shoujo. Naoko Takeuchi, author of Sailor Moon, would be ashamed of you! You should be in Moon Prism--Prison! Yeah! What say you, dreamless troll! [This part may or may have not been made up. I have a problem with mixing up real life experiences with fiction.]