I love shit.
I don't mean poop, that's nasty, and you're nasty for thinking it.
What I mean is I love buying useless stuff. I buy bad video games just because I want to see how bad they are. I own 15 different kinds of Risk, most of which I've never even played. I bought energy drinks just cause they had Mario on them. I have more DVDs than I have room to put them, and I have no intention to stop buying those anytime soon.
About two weeks ago, I ordered 36 back issues of the Sonic the Hedgehog comic book. They came yesterday. I finished them this morning.
It was the best $67.50 I ever spent.
On Sunday, I make a pilgrimage to the fabled Mountain View branch of my favorite Comic Book Shoppe, once though only to exist in legend. If anyone is interested, let me know.
It's going to fucking rule.
What I mean is I love buying useless stuff. I buy bad video games just because I want to see how bad they are. I own 15 different kinds of Risk, most of which I've never even played. I bought energy drinks just cause they had Mario on them. I have more DVDs than I have room to put them, and I have no intention to stop buying those anytime soon.
About two weeks ago, I ordered 36 back issues of the Sonic the Hedgehog comic book. They came yesterday. I finished them this morning.
It was the best $67.50 I ever spent.
On Sunday, I make a pilgrimage to the fabled Mountain View branch of my favorite Comic Book Shoppe, once though only to exist in legend. If anyone is interested, let me know.
It's going to fucking rule.