So, I’m not one who minds shedding a few tears now and then. I’ll actually break down and cry whenever (and wherever) my tear ducts deem necessary. It’s a little out of control, but usually isn’t bad. Crying has helped me get a first class seat on a flight, get on a cruise and over the boarder without a passport and even scored me free cake from the lady who worked at a place I used to frequent for lunch.
So, I’m not embarassed to admit that Frank Cvetkovic’s comic got me a little choked up tonight. Maybe a tear squeezed out. OK, I AM A LITTLE EMBARASSED TO ADMIT THAT FRANK CVETKOVIC’S COMIC MADE ME CRY!
See, what Frank may or may not understand is that I’m already formulating one of those psycho girl imaginary relationships with the main character in Punch-up.
I put on a tough and cold exterior. I pretended like I hated the guy – like I was happy to see him get dumped and punched up because, being a guy, he probably deserved it since he had most likely cheated on and lied to really really nice girls in his past. That’s karma buddy, no pity for you!
I knew it wouldn’t last long.
After I melt, crazy will settle in. And what’s going to happen is I will start to feel jealous over the other girls in the comic and then Frank Cvetkovic will have a real problem on his hands.