For the Funny Pages

Ok, so I should probably apologize for the crybabyness of the last post. For the record, I don't think you need meds or repression to be fully happy. Usually I'm living proof of that. But this week has challenged me as a person... and I'm hoping to prove that I have some bonifide character to rise up. You know, that stuff my dad always told me I was building when he made me stack fire wood or do the dishes or come home at my curfew. Like Calvin says, Pretty convenient how every time I build character, [Dad] saves a couple hundred dollars.


Thankfully I will be saved by the bell. I will be getting my fortune read by a tarot card reader on Friday. Maybe she will hold the answers to my life's many questions. Mannnny mannnnny questions.