I guess it's Wednesday, long weekends tend to throw my whole week off. I need glasses but I'm a little afraid that when I get them, I'll be able to afirm my suspicisions of the Evil Super Villian that works in a building I can see out my office window. Nothing between me and him/her save a beautiful sunny day. Even if it's only 9 degrees out. But it's a sunny 9 degrees, so that's alright.
It's been a rough week so far. Grappling with two main issues at the moment.
How is it that I can spend so much energy mourning the loss of something I never had. And what's more imortant, saving a friendship or respecting that party's wishes that I never contacting them again. Well that one i solved. Cell phone, erase her number, making those embarrassing texts a thing of the past. Solved.
But the mourning thing, it seems to come up a lot lately. Stemming from my pack rat ways, and if you've ever seen the room my stuff still inhabits at my parents house, you'll understand that, I seem totally unable to let things go. It's kinda getting lame.
Stay tuned for The Adventures of Razzle Dazzle. A comic book based on humerous gay stereotypes, I hope it turns out well. Sorta like rainbow bright with guns. Not like rainbow bright didn't carry a piece, you can hide a lot of firepower under that dress.
What else...
If artists want to come foreward to do the actual art on the Razzle Dazzle comic by the way, I'm all ears. With no actual artisitic ability, I'm great at bringing the right people together.
Tchuss, all the best my adoring fans.

-Kung Fu Tony