Tahiti is a Magical Place
Just a little while ago I woke up and saw my Coulson Lives shirt. Since my glasses weren't on, he looked like Red Reddington and I thought, "I really need James Spader's face on my chest. I hope there's not another Coulson shirt I have to get any time soon." Then as soon as I opened my email I saw this subtle beauty ($10 only today), which is actually basically what I wanted to draw a couple months ago!
No. No no no no no no no! Oh, well, alright. Yes. Damn it. No! I can't. I really can't right now. Ugh, I'm going to be kicking myself for this one. I'm already mad I didn't jump on this, draw it, and submit it as my first shirt. But I probably wouldn't have beat the designer to the punch anyway, because I would have fiddled and procrastinated. I also have to pass it over because of money problems. This one is a heartbreaker. I can't have one, but you can get yours as RiptApparel and if you see me one day on the street you'll know me. I'll be the one who recognizes the reference, smiles, maybe laughs, says "Great shirt" or "Coulson Lives," but there will be tears in my eyes. Although, considering tomorrow night's episode, there might be tears in my eyes for another reason.
By the way, when someone finally makes a Blacklist shirt, I don't care if I have less than no money. It is necessary to my life that I get one. Coulson I already have two of, so it's less painful to pass on. And I have a feeling that The Blacklist is going to somehow make its way into most of my posts, just like Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Fringe before that.