Mr. Yamada is DEAD

Yeah, thats right, I said it, he's dead... I guess when my car broke down and I took him out, I left him sitting on the china cabinet in the kitchen and my mum threw him away........ ergh, yeah so my heart has officially been broken. Oh poor sanguinius (sp??) How the world hath smote thee my love, I shall ne'er forget yee. This is about the time I start spouting out Adalaide Proctor but I'm far too tired for that. Sarah, I suppose our photoshoot shall have to commence next weekend assuming I'm not dying or undergoing fun surgery!!! Its all for you Mr. Yamada, maybe I will start a charity organization in your honor, or name a street after you--- "Yamada Lane" The soud rings poetry through my ears, and brings tears to my eyes. Rest in peace my dear friend and may [insert religious or political figure here] be with you. Someday, I shall see you again...