22 and crazy shit prone. I'm like a walking billboard for Murphy's Law. If Murphy were a tentacle monster with maracas. Is that how you spell maraca?

 

Here’s a crazy story:

I do this costume stuff and so I have a deviantART. On DA I posted a picture of me and I received a comment with an oddly familiar picture as the icon. I though, “no way. There’s no way this could possibly be…”

And so I clicked on the icon and SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK how did some random sleazebag weirdo from college find me!? HE ACTUALLY HATES ME BECAUSE I’M A DIRTY LIBERAL AND HE FOUND ME AND COMPLIMENTED ME. 

Just some of the crazy shit that happens to me.

Someday I’ll update this page regularly…

Sometimes crazy shit happens at conventions and a guy runs around with a stolen Pikachu head posing for you.

Sometimes crazy shit happens at conventions and a guy runs around with a stolen Pikachu head posing for you.


Sometimes there’s a crazy samurai fight in the road.
Seriously, just walking around in Nara and an old samurai showed up out of no where and started fighting this other guy and talking about how old he was.

Sometimes there’s a crazy samurai fight in the road.

Seriously, just walking around in Nara and an old samurai showed up out of no where and started fighting this other guy and talking about how old he was.

(Source: crazyshithappenstome)

Sometimes crazy shit happens to me in New York.
Just sitting in a deli minding my own business.

Sometimes crazy shit happens to me in New York.

Just sitting in a deli minding my own business.

Sometimes crazy shit happens to me in Japan. 
Like walking out of the subway to find Hello Kitty Kamen’s soulless eyes gazing back at me. At least those pajama pants look comfy as fuck.

Sometimes crazy shit happens to me in Japan. 

Like walking out of the subway to find Hello Kitty Kamen’s soulless eyes gazing back at me. At least those pajama pants look comfy as fuck.

Introduction to crazy shit

I’ve traveled.

Well, that’s misleading, you probably think that I’ve traveled to like a billion countries and visited all the states at least once.

except you, Utah. Fuck you, Utah.

I didn’t start travelling until my sophomore year of college—I left the country on my own to study in Japan for a semester and some crazy shit started happening to me. After that I’ve moved a few less than a billion times and crazy shit just keeps following you. Mostly in Japan, but I have more tales to tell apart from that…