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Ok, maybe I better use this journal anyway. If people even read this, I don't think they want to bother with a whole 'nother website, so screw it. I'll write in both. But for future reference the Livejournal is the extented version ^_^

Anypoo, I FINALLY made an appointment for Chris to give me a tattoo. Of course I've have some of my tats already planned out. But I made the appointment on the fly. Its about time for some inkin'. I drew it myself but of course Chris is going to do his version so...
It's going to be a sacred heart. But instead of traditional wings or traditional flames, it's going to have flames in the shape of wings. Kinda tribal-ish. I want thick black lines so it'll show up better. Shape not detail. I'm quite the brown lil thing, so I actually want it to look like a sacred heart and not a jumble of unidentifiable lines.
I'm not nervous yet, but once I get there I will be.

Eli came into town. Everybody missed him. He's a pretty cool guy. He brought this hilarious game of Metal trivia questions to play while we hung out at National (Coney Island). Of course Andy, Eli, and Scott knew lots of those. As well rounded a black chick I am, I certainly can't name 5 out of 9 Judas Priest (?) drummers. So I became score keeper. But I did get one about Green Jelly.

And the most FUCKED up thing happened. According to Lori, there's this dude they call "Shakes" that comes in all the time. Real shaky, creepy guy. This kid comes out of the men's restroom and tell her there's some guy jacking off in the bathroom. She totally acted like it was a regular thing and told the manger, "Shakes is back." Andy and Eli were about to go in a look, but Shakes just waltzes out, shaking, and zipping up his pants. Apparently he wasn't just in a stall doing it. He was like out in the open in the middle of the floor.

Gezzus, I'm glad I'm a girl...