stained pants
Kirby had a a bad temper day. He called his wool trousers "shit stain pants" due to their movement restricting nature; and later was presented with a third party Transformer figure by his after school teacher. He remembered, that we're not too keen on weapons, and that figure came with a picture perfect replicas of several assault rifles, so he removed them; when we picked Kirby up, the teacher asked if he should get rid of the weapons, and when we said Yes, Kirby lost his mind over the unfair treatment. And while i agreed with him, there is a line between a comically large or decked out laser gun and counterparts of weapons that are actually used to end lives. Of course i have a few GI Joes and other figures lying around—all of them in storage since i learned of Kirby's existence—and … i guess i should get rid of them. All of my favourite entertainment is told through the orbit of violence in its various gestations … i should get rid of all my stuff.
I let Kirby vent his anger and disappointment, and then we presented the Wife with a box of marzipan chocolates we got her for the holidays, and decided to give her earlier due to her having a hard day at work, and Kirby being upset for most of the time she had spent with him until they moment.
She told me that it helped her in two ways: •) having a chocolate supply that'll last her a while •)not feeling bad for having bought the same for me—with my preferred kind of chocolate, bless her.
It is decided: Al Ewing's Thor run is deemed worthy to be read. Read through the second trade before going to sleep, and i dig the idea of
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comics as a spell to alter the comic they appear in.
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Had another panic attack. Perhaps due to me dreaming about my Dad saying sorry for only being able to gift me 40.000 bucks he won at the lottery. Nonetheless, i need help. Going to bed is kind of scary these days…