so i hosted graphic novel club at my house like two sundays ago or something and it was fuggen weeeeird. at first. i mean you can clearly see from the drawing above that ultimately it was totally okay and even fun and even ridic adorable. look at those cute little bitches! lml.
anyway the point is i have been a "member" of gnc for like a year? a hot while. and i have read i think every book that we've done as a club. but i've only attended like an eighth of the meetings. because of this! my stupid brains are still haunted by the scooby doo ghosts of middle school, where any time i am going to go somewhere i am like BUT IF I GO THERE PEOPLE WILL SEE ME.
it's a reeeeal hogwash of a bummer hole.
but this is the year i come of age as a hobbit! and so i have resolved to stop sneakily creepin on my maladjustments and just start taking axes to the sons of goddamn bitches. FUCK all that noise. so exhausterpated of it.
so even though at first as people started showing up i got all sweaty in the hands and aspergers twitchy around the eyes, i just wiped my goddamn hands off on a cat and looked at people in their faces and said words out loud to them and by the end i was as comfortable as if none of them were there at all. essentially.
next up on the list of maladjustments i'm axing: hating everyone. until then fuck you, dickbowl.
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