battlin_albright

Whoopee! Jim at Blue Byrd is awesome. And all the guys there are just plain hilarious. That place is too fun.
(Here's the original piece. This picture is a little darker then the one that Jim worked off of, but it's the same. He obviously did the background a bit differently.)

I am a little worried that I fucked it up though. I woke up Sunday morning to discover that my wifebeater was completely stuck to it. So I had to peel it off, and it transferred an almost exact replica of the tattoo on to the inside of the shirt. There's a spot around the belt that I'm not sure about... I'm sure it's probably ok. I'm just panicky.

I'll put a pic up of my wrist star later. Because I just discovered that it's really fucking hard to take a picture of your right wrist with your left hand when you're a right-handed individual. All the pictures are shaky. And geigh.


Tomorrow night is WILCO!!! YAAAAY!!!! I'm going to get drunk. In Columbus. At OSU. With the ex. And I'm going to molest him. Because I paid $110 for those fucking tickets. I think I'm owed molestation rights. (I'm mostly kidding. Mostly. )

I finished my taxes. Early. Because I'm a grownup. ... I just have to mail them. And then fill out my FAFSA by next Tuesday.

I spent the other day cleaning out my closet, because I started doing it a few months ago and then just quit for some reason. I pulled out a lot of stuff, crap I've had since middle school even (egad). And somehow... I seem to have less room in there now then I did before. This is why I don't like to clean. Note: me = bad wife.

I really have nothing important to say. Maybe next time I'll tell you some random facts about myself. Or not. I don't really like you people.