I wanna put a bullet in my face.
No reason. And nothing new.
In other news, I discovered that Sergio Aragones wrote the back-up story to the issue of Weird Western Tales with my favorite cover. How's that for a slice of fried gold?
I got to see Supernova last night. I never got to see them when they were around before, and I guess they came outta retirement to prevent that shitty Tommy Lee band from using that name. They coulda played longer, but I still had a blast. It's lame being the only spaz jumping around, but I don't give a fuck. I came to rock out and chew bubble gum.
And I'm all out of bubble gum.
I cleaned the garage today. It sucks because my ma asked me to do it two weeks ago, but I had to file away two or three months' worth of comics and that took all day, so I said I'd do it the next week. But then I spent the day the next week writing and I totally forgot about it, but she didn't mention it. But then I remembered the other day that I was gonna and my mom hadn't mentioned it, so it was like oh, I'll do it without her asking and then I'll be the good son for once. So of course, she calls last night to ask if I'm gonna do it so her boyfriend can store some shit over here, thereby unintentionally ruining her own surprise. Oh well, at least the garage is clean.
What other minutiae can I bore you with?
I was gonna go see Slab City play at The Ken tonight, but I'm just not feeling it. I think I'd rather stay at home and watch The Wolf Man. The thing is there's this guy looking to kick my ass and he's probably gonna be there, but whatever, I don't care. But if I don't show, it'll look like I'm a big pussy. Fuck it. I mean, I am a big pussy, so I guess if that's how it looks, I can't complain.
All right, I'm gonna go make a sandwich.
No reason. And nothing new.
In other news, I discovered that Sergio Aragones wrote the back-up story to the issue of Weird Western Tales with my favorite cover. How's that for a slice of fried gold?
I got to see Supernova last night. I never got to see them when they were around before, and I guess they came outta retirement to prevent that shitty Tommy Lee band from using that name. They coulda played longer, but I still had a blast. It's lame being the only spaz jumping around, but I don't give a fuck. I came to rock out and chew bubble gum.
And I'm all out of bubble gum.
I cleaned the garage today. It sucks because my ma asked me to do it two weeks ago, but I had to file away two or three months' worth of comics and that took all day, so I said I'd do it the next week. But then I spent the day the next week writing and I totally forgot about it, but she didn't mention it. But then I remembered the other day that I was gonna and my mom hadn't mentioned it, so it was like oh, I'll do it without her asking and then I'll be the good son for once. So of course, she calls last night to ask if I'm gonna do it so her boyfriend can store some shit over here, thereby unintentionally ruining her own surprise. Oh well, at least the garage is clean.
What other minutiae can I bore you with?
I was gonna go see Slab City play at The Ken tonight, but I'm just not feeling it. I think I'd rather stay at home and watch The Wolf Man. The thing is there's this guy looking to kick my ass and he's probably gonna be there, but whatever, I don't care. But if I don't show, it'll look like I'm a big pussy. Fuck it. I mean, I am a big pussy, so I guess if that's how it looks, I can't complain.
All right, I'm gonna go make a sandwich.
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drake:
Haha, that is such an interesting point. I guess relationships are full of uniquely personal details that no one can really replicate, but everybody can relate to good guys knocking around the baddies. 
kasumi_chan:
how are you doll