esther

I think all friday night plans will be cancelled on account of me feeling like total shit. i couldn't even bring myself to smooch the boy this morning i was so mad. i looked at the ground in defeat and said to him "Nobody takes care of me and I don't take care of myself either, so I'm staying home and sleeping tonight."

Look at me, 6 classes, test in every one of them this week, I worked all week, I finally got to see my cousin's new baby and I spent a few nights at His place. This weekend, I have to work all day saturday AND sunday, I'm supposed to see Myquil's new apartment, and I'm supposed to go to the Hot Pink and Horror Movie night with SGAZ. I can't afford to be sick.

Too bad.

Ooh ooh, I found my next tattoo!
I saw a lonely little tattoo hiding on a flash panel and he called out to me and I decided to adopt him. Much in the same form of how Stephen became mine. He's a wee voo doo doll and he has a little paper heart with a single pin through it. I'm modifying it up, of course, adding stitching, removing thumbs, big button eyes, making his head bigger and unrealistic, giving him a few scraggly strands of hair and having him done in black and grey in very much the same style Stephen is. For those of you who do not know who Stephen Quincy Rutherford III is, see the bottom of my chest piece. But the thing is, I have to think of a school boy type of name before I get him done and I'm drawin blanks. Help with naming my new friend would be appreciated.

And I just sneezed all over my keyboard. Yum.