So, I went ahead and got my wrist tattooed up. It's fucking adorable. I love the little heart. I feel so dainty, like how I feel when I have freshly painted red nails.
My nail polish is chipping off.
Well, I got it done by the same fellow who did my wings. I went into the shop and he recognized me and remembered what he gave me and I was amazed. I never thought I was something special. But, somehow, I stood out a little bit and was remembered. He's a pretty nice guy. And I do like that place, even if Will doesn't.
Been thinking about my guns. My future guns. Oh, man, I want them. They're going to be costly though. Each gun will cost more, if not the same, as both of my batwings combined. I can see that I'm certainly going to have to sell a few sets to this site. I'm actually going to go take one. Not this Friday, but the one after. And, Hopefully, I will be a REAL SUICIDE GIRL.
Two sets will definately get me my tattoos. And then some left over. Hopefully. I wanted to get a camera. That would probably be very useful as an artist and possibly a Suicide Girl. But I have wants that I listen to more than needs.
When I got my wings, I couldn't watch. Only feel. And this time I could watch. And he looked up at me and caught me smiling and asked if I thought it looked right. Of course it did. My fucking stitches. I was almost scared to watch. Like maybe it would ruin the magic of feeling it like I did when I got my wings.
It was so much better. It was amazing. And only small black lines. I can't wait to see more.
My mind is elsewhere tonight. I can't concentrate on a thing. I've just been... thinking. Daydreaming in a way. Oh, man, it pains to have a head like such a girl. It's a good pain though.
My nail polish is chipping off.
Well, I got it done by the same fellow who did my wings. I went into the shop and he recognized me and remembered what he gave me and I was amazed. I never thought I was something special. But, somehow, I stood out a little bit and was remembered. He's a pretty nice guy. And I do like that place, even if Will doesn't.
Been thinking about my guns. My future guns. Oh, man, I want them. They're going to be costly though. Each gun will cost more, if not the same, as both of my batwings combined. I can see that I'm certainly going to have to sell a few sets to this site. I'm actually going to go take one. Not this Friday, but the one after. And, Hopefully, I will be a REAL SUICIDE GIRL.
Two sets will definately get me my tattoos. And then some left over. Hopefully. I wanted to get a camera. That would probably be very useful as an artist and possibly a Suicide Girl. But I have wants that I listen to more than needs.
When I got my wings, I couldn't watch. Only feel. And this time I could watch. And he looked up at me and caught me smiling and asked if I thought it looked right. Of course it did. My fucking stitches. I was almost scared to watch. Like maybe it would ruin the magic of feeling it like I did when I got my wings.
It was so much better. It was amazing. And only small black lines. I can't wait to see more.
My mind is elsewhere tonight. I can't concentrate on a thing. I've just been... thinking. Daydreaming in a way. Oh, man, it pains to have a head like such a girl. It's a good pain though.
timtoxic:
You always were a real Suicide Girl. To me you always will be one. Yey, for your tat. Sounds like it was fun and I must see the work eventually. Not sure what work I will have done tomorow but you know I will keep you posted. 
