rinkunokoisuru

I hate my job. No, I take that back. I love my job. Who wouldn't love to have my job? I control who lives and who dies, who marries who, and who a person is. Unhappy with someone? Never really a problem for me. Simply remove the soul and "poof", no more problem. Right now though... Right now I really hate my job. Try as I might, I can't help but be biased towards my own children. I want them to have the best souls out there, but it seems like it always blows up in my face instead. I'm ten thousand years old, give or take a decade or two, and I still haven't learned my lesson. I'm so stupid. It's a complete mystery to me why my wife loves me.