I got this horrible obsession with purikura. Go ahead, LAUGH. No I don't use Sachi as an excuse either, I'm the one who drags her to these. It's so fucking cheesy these days in Japan...they're no fun. It's fun if you're a kyabajou and you wanna sell your pussy on the internet...or you're having a girls night out and you're wearing 20lbs. of make-up. These damn machines have revolutionized towards this crowd, it's not for little jr. high kids anymore...or is it?
Is Japan trying to mature their 12 year-olds that quick now?! oh god, please don't let me get aroused by the thought of that...it's not right. When we're out in the shopping arcades, I'm totally people watching. EVERYONE is Japanese, barely any gaijin, and the girls in their high school uniforms look no older than 11...don't even wanna mention my thoughts on skirts and loose socks
...ughh where the fuck was I going with that?
Purikura is a reasonable 400 yen out here compared to our 10 dollar ones in Diamond Bar run by Taiwanese...I'm gonna splurge as much as a I can from now on
Here's what I had so far...photoshop made me a pro at decorating these:
お母ちゃんの初めてのプリクラ
姫路
大阪
＿終わり
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