Just picked up the two latest issues of X-Men on a whim and found this awesome panel.

Now Playing: F.E.A.R.

I cannot freakin wait for next year; this game is my wet dream cum true.

Thanksgiving comes on Sunday to our house, and i plan to spend the 4 days between now and then getting high and sleeping a lot. I will prolly clean the house in the last hour before his parents get here.

This week could have gone a lot worse than it did, and i credit M for that. I mean we both tried hard, but he was the one who was hurt and i can't even express how grateful i am for his devotion to our relationship.

My fading obsession has emailed me a few times and i am tired of it. I wish i had never met him, never gone to M. Rocks with A, never took his hand and led him to the dance floor. That was when it started, when he began to look at me like i was the only person in the world and he wanted all of me, right now. I know i fooled myself into this mess, and i cannot seem to fool myself out, only deeper in. I am driven now to prove that he is a deceitful, lying bastard, so i can rub my mistakes in my own face even harder.

I woke up this morning at about 4:30 to M asking me if i had sex with 'that guy' and spent the next hour telling him that i did not and that i want to be with M. He found the email below and i almost lost everything, again, because of my recklessness. I don't know how i will ever make it up to him, i don't know how he will trust me again. I don't even know for sure that he will not leave me still. I am beyond despairing, and have no desire to see P again. I believe that what i did was not that bad, but i knew that it would hurt him if he knew, and now that i have, i just want to turn the clock back to Friday and start over.

He said that he would us another chance, but only one more, and i am committed twice as strongly to making it work. I am terrified that he is going to realize that he doesn't want to be with me anymore. I need his love.

right?

Anyway, i am smoking again, which was part of my plan to cauterize this obsession after having exposed it with the date on Wednesday. But if i explained in to M, he would think i was concocting elaborate ways of excusing my behavior. So now i just come off as a loser with no morals.

Something is not right, he can't be letting me off this easy. When he wakes up and thinks about it, he will surely see what a fool i played him for, and i will surely pay the price.
Will i ever learn to cherish what is important to me?
Will i ever learn not to disrespect the ones i love?

I have to rant about Alex Miranda. He takes stock photos (or maybe live models) of strippers and whores with giant tits and draws them with superhero costumes on and calls it "comic art". I have yet to see one single piece that Mr. Miranda has done which does not feature a whore pretending to be a comic heroine. Please, if there is a god, don't let this guy gain respectability in the comics community as anything other than an sex-crazed talentless fanboy. Example; when i look at the pic posted here, i dont think 'cool a drawing of one of my fav villains Black Cat'. I think 'oh, its a dumb slut in a cheap costume and a fugly face'. Just stop, Mr. Miranda, for the love of all that is truly artistic, just stop.
Thank you. That is all.