I just went to get my blood infusion only to realize that I don’t have any blood.
Speaking of the gym, Will’s lanky doppelgänger is here again.
Will is cuter.
My workout isn’t efficient unless I’m pissed.
People in TC that still go to every show and support scenie weenie bands make me laugh. These guys trying to call me ignorant and talk to me like I’ve never been to a show and that the one time I got knocked out by some dingus in a pit caused me to stop going.
Stupid promoters and music I don’t like is why I don’t go to shows in TC. I’d rather pay the gas to drive to Detroit than drop $12 to hang out with middle school kids and listen to music I don’t like.
It isn’t even about “not supporting my scene”. I like hardcore, there’s no hardcore up here. It’s like trying to call out a jazz fan on not supporting a local country scene. Frick off, nerds.
I’m exhausted, starving, and 45 minutes early for this class but at least my top button game is on point.
Every single word of this.
This is honestly such real shit. Every word of it. Second to last frame hits a lot (I really hardly ever considered the possibility that there was such thing as not-spectatoring).
Wow wow wow oh my god. ^ last two frames
This hits hard. The last two frames accurately depict how I’ve always felt.