This is what happens when Hank gets home fucked up late at night and feels like drawing.

( i really ought to draw more often. so as to not suck. or do it sober. )

As long as its talking with you, talk of the weather will do.

Nobody's hoping for better days;
No one knows what to do.
You're okay in your secret place,
Noone bothering you.

It might save time if I meet you there,
but I don't care;
I'd rather wait for you.

When noone's home and the weather's fine,
I'd rather wait for you.

Emo music has become the male equivalent of the chick flick.

(Don't even think about it. I'm correct.)

Well first and foremost, I'm going to start off by saying my life is unquestionably good right now. I am 100% completely head over heels for a girl, a girl who [as of last night while riding the American Eagle at Great America backwards in the dark and in the rain (yes I'm that cute, but whatever she's cuter and deserves it)] is now my girlfriend ( Read more... )

I recall a phrase from the beginning of this past season of baseball. A phrase I heard quite often actually, when the ever testy Cubs/White Sox rivalry would bubble up. The inevitable saying that popped out of every Cubs fan's mouth was the following, "Hey, talk to me in October and then we'll see ( Read more... )

I am filled with rage. A rage greater than any I have felt in what seems like ages. A rage against every shitty local band to have ever thought they were better than they actually are, and fool stupid children into believing the same ( Read more... )

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spiritofdelusion (2:22:27 AM): nah dude i in pruie fmorjm ( Read more... )

I haven't done one of these in a long time, and I sort of enjoyed this.


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I've come to terms with it. I'm going to stop hating the Cubs. I... I know. It's just... you have to respect that line-up and pitching staff they have. On paper, it's just about the best in baseball.

So from now on, I wish them the best. Well, unless they're playing the White Sox.