My Skull Bit

I think I've uncovered another piece to the puzzle that is the way I tick from underneath the dusty old couch that is my life.

My memory seems to be fixated on remembering every detail of every interaction i make in my life with other people, but it is especially clear whenever something bad happens to me. So while most people would forget a casual joke made in bad humour during a breif passing, or the fact that I was actually the one who gave them the joke that made them so freakin' popular... (am I angry? no...), I remember it for a very VERY long time.

Ugh, my mind is a trainwreck. A trainwreck purposely caused to destroy me.

Just keep thinking happy thoughts. Happy thoughts.

Good thing: this doesn't happen when I'm with you. That's why all I can remember are the good moments. <3

I Only Went For Costumes...

i just got "The Dark Knight Returns" from Value Village for five dollars.
(it usually costs probably somewhere around twenty dollars. minimum.)

this brings my total number of graphic novels to three, and they are all published by... DC???
(i have a couple condensed X-Men comic books, but those don't count as graphic novels.)

does this make me an addicted nerd? or an obsessed geek? or just a thrifty fan of comic books?


(i also got three Spiderman comic books for about five dollars. the first story line to introduce Carnage. i intend to sell them when i'm old for at least twice what i got them for...)