I like to think of myself as a pretty easy going kind of person.  I may complain and voice my disdain at Dragon-Con from time to time, but I’m well aware of the fact that a lot of things are out of my control; I just instinctively bitch sometimes.  Like big-ass crowds, common people smelling all rank and BO-ey, the football bros that come and troll the place; all that shit is completely uncontrollable, and there’s nothing that can be done about it.  I accept that.

But if there’s one thing that agitates the shit out of me, are diva costumers.

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