I know I have to be patient, and sometimes that is one of my strong suits. But 2 weeks ago I ordered a "WWHRD?' t-shirt and it still hasn't gotten here.
For those unfamiliar the t-shirt was inspired by this comic:
Nothing Nice To Say - WWHRD? II
The comic is hilarious, the artist and writer are both really good at what they do (they even mentioned SG in one of their previous comics) and any Rollins fan worth their salt (I'm currently wort several shakers) can understand why I'm waiting with baited breath for this t-shirt (and sticker as well) to arrive.
I think all my anxious behaviour may be doubled by the fact that I have tickets to see Rollins in June and I plan on wearing this shirt. This way he'll know I'm a total stalker, fanboy nutcase. I know the shirt will get here, it's coming from Texas (I believe) not Jupiter (interplanetary postal service is such a bitch). But, really? Two weeks from Texas to Canada? And I'm not even that far north into Canada. 2 hours from the Maine boarder. GAHHHH! I'm just winding myself up more, so I'd better quit now.
If you'll excuse me, I have to go sit in front of the door, a-la Scott Pilgrim. Maybe a sexy, coloured hair girl on roller-skates will deliver it to me. Hey, a fella can dream, can't he?
For those unfamiliar the t-shirt was inspired by this comic:
Nothing Nice To Say - WWHRD? II
The comic is hilarious, the artist and writer are both really good at what they do (they even mentioned SG in one of their previous comics) and any Rollins fan worth their salt (I'm currently wort several shakers) can understand why I'm waiting with baited breath for this t-shirt (and sticker as well) to arrive.
I think all my anxious behaviour may be doubled by the fact that I have tickets to see Rollins in June and I plan on wearing this shirt. This way he'll know I'm a total stalker, fanboy nutcase. I know the shirt will get here, it's coming from Texas (I believe) not Jupiter (interplanetary postal service is such a bitch). But, really? Two weeks from Texas to Canada? And I'm not even that far north into Canada. 2 hours from the Maine boarder. GAHHHH! I'm just winding myself up more, so I'd better quit now.
If you'll excuse me, I have to go sit in front of the door, a-la Scott Pilgrim. Maybe a sexy, coloured hair girl on roller-skates will deliver it to me. Hey, a fella can dream, can't he?