Damn you, purikura. Every time I fall for the wonderful promises on your curtain booths, and every time my hopes are dashed.
What promises? Let’s just take a sample.
So the DoLLs in black were going to invite me to the monogram dream, huh? Do you know how many nights I sat by the phone, just hoping the dolls would call? I may not know what exactly a “monogram dream” is, but as I have never been invited to anything by a doll, I think it’s safe to say you broke your word on this one.
Now that’s what I call a promise. 400 yen makes you the most superior being on the entire planet – sweet deal! OK, so in all honesty I didn’t hold out much hope for this one…
“Will bring more brilliant beauty to you, by glittering lame pens and new tools.” How many more lies could you have fit in one sentence, purikura? I became neither brilliant nor beautiful. The glittering pens were not lame, they were actually pretty cool. And there was not a hammer or a drill to be seen.
All of you out there on the interwebs, take heed. Purikura = lies.