It's a pretty common phenomenon these days, for me to fall into a state of self-pity. I'd drink a lot, stay up a few days, then pass out from the booze and exhaustion, waking up hours later to find the tap running for hours. Once, I left the stove and the hotplate on for several hours, resulting in the pot going boom, and waking me up next to a bunch of battles. BUT(!) ever since I started reading Green Lantern, whenever I get these feelings I think "no, fuck this, a Green Lantern doesn't give up", pull myself from the bootstraps and power through with my duties instead of abandoning them. So i just want to say, thanks Hal, you're the best fictional pal I could ask for. Superfags can eat a bag of dicks, and Batfags can get fucked. Hal's the greatest.
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t.the dick known as OP
Thanks for reading my faggotry blogpost.
t.the dick known as OP