For San-X and Sanriophiles only


My Date with Satan confirms it: sometimes you just have to have the Nyanko pen and the Mashimaro paper to write anything at all. Maybe it's a little like musicians meeting for a soul-swap at the crossroads, but I can't help myself. Because I love my readers and because I'm a sick, twisted freak, I now give you the secret source of these and many other treasures:

Please note that I have acknowledged the Holiday 'o Love with the image above (and with those ever-so-sappy little gift bags full of candy plus a fiver -- my grandma taught me that it's all about the Lincolns, baybee -- that I hung on each of our 4 girls' bedroom doorknobs).

Oh, and Jeana? You still owe me a Keroppi hair dryer.