And now, here I am at thirty, and all of a sudden I’m all “COMICS! Must have comics!” I’ve got two of those comic storage boxes. They both are about half full. One of them is almost nothing but Ninja Turtles (what got me started into comics just a few months ago).
But it never fails, the muse flails around about chapter four or so and just meanders off, mumbling to herself, “What the hell was that? That was crap. I can inspire and write better than this, so why am I not doing it?!?! This is shit, scrap it.”
“No. This day is not lost. I will not retreat. I will not be defeated.” She stood, glaring at the weak-willed men before her. “And you are fools if you think the advice of me and mine is giving lightly to those outside our own circles.”
Raising the knife, her eyes shining in exultation, she whispered one word.
So yeah, I usually spend the first few hours of my birthday thinking on my life and where I want to improve it, and where I want to go. It’s a time I make myself be a little introspective.
Ok. Heads up. This is gonna be a rant of a political nature. If that bothers you, go the hell away. I’m pissed. Just saw on the news some fucktard Republican state “if its a legitimate rape, the female body has ways to try to