Missing Aaron.

For the last 6 years, Aaron. Speaking nostalgically. It's been 8 months and I've been living in Tokyo and there isn't one. Although the other day, Sveinn, whose name will never be properly pronounced unless by an Icelander (and so to avoid the annoyance of that, he's called Iceman by everyone) said something in the same exact way that Aaron would have said had he been saying it. It was a tag on the end of someone's joke, and I want to explain it, but I don't really know myself how the right situation for a tag to happen until it does. I hope he (Aaron) has started Final Fantasy 7 and finished it, and found an animal companion. I'm looking forward to the times when I'll wear his shirts and I'll borrow one more, better fitting, pair of underwear when the opportunity appears like a big, white-mist-ghost with a Heart tattoo, bright and exciting colors that make you remember the business of the third celebration of a holiday, big on his chest... Then, the ghost will have nothing to do with anything but having been used as a metaphor that got lost in a blog post in the past, so I will have thought him up after realizing "the time has come to snag some clothes" and created a vision which, from then on, I'll claim as a phenomenon that really happened. I'll start a drawing career.