I realize lately that lots of these posts are about weaknesses of mine or struggles I am not over coming yet.

But I feel like a superhero almost all the time. If you need someone to buy some groceries and carry lots of stuff, I am a super hero. If you need someone to sign some government form, I am a super duper hero. When it comes to work, I ooze greatness. When it comes to chatting up coworkers, there is none finer (ok there are some finer, but I’m on a roll)
If Sheridan comes into your mind, greatness will surely follow, because really, I came out of the womb that way. I bet even the way I came out was super. with a cape already attached perhaps. Ok, I think I over did this superhero thing… however the point still stands, I am a relatively confident person.

All greatnesss exceptions are written on this blog! This is a blog of kryptonites — full of my Mary Jane’s and achilles’ heels. Because how else do we get stronger other than shedding light on weaknesses and making efforts to improve? Making it public is a method of forced resolution. Even if this public is nameless and doesn’t actually get back to me, just letting it out there makes it more real.

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But back to superheroism, I would be a black and pink super hero. I am not sure if there have been any like that. Hitman Hart had an ugly biker pink pants thing, he has no style. I am thinking sorta like dracula with his red suit lining but with pink instead. My killer move would be a baseball bat hidden in my back and a metal pen in my sock which I would throw behind me without looking.

I recently purchased a second pink tshirt, it is paler and I like it because I can probably wear it more often. I also bought a mario bros classic tee (with the image of the cartridge) that cost me more than the aformentioned pink fake versace t shirt. Hah. How about that for ebay! Versace is cheaper than some worn out game shirt.