Come, Minion!

VE HAV LOTS TO BUY!



Last November i went to Birmingham's convention with Crankrats, and ( thusly dubbed 'convention minion' by ) offered to come give me a hand. Subsequently she was calm as cucumbers when i got to the hotel and realized i had forgotten nearly half of what i needed for the convention table.

I'm really in debt to her, she and anyone else who knows me knows i'm a complete and utter worrywart. I worry about everything and anything, and i very often just flip my shit and have complete and utter meltdown. She finds it amusing, for some reason.

Kudos to people who know me well enough and still choose to stick with me. I'm aware i'm a complete pain in the arse sometimes.

It's just me being me