My temper is getting the better of me again, a combination of stress from the thought of being homeless next week, low blood sugar as I've cut all refined sugar from my diet and lack of food as I've been too busy at work to actually eat anything.
Went and spoke to an amazing tattoo artist last week and have started the design for the inside of my upper right arm, a Day of the Dead Medusa. Am going to see the guy who did my OLOC left wrist tattoo about getting something on my neck, a bit nervous about getting something on my neck because of my trade but fuckit, you only live once.
I think that would look fucking awesome on my neck going up behind my ear.
Hanging out with my lesbian friend a bit recently, at her suggestion, movies etc, saw Cabin in the Woods last week and it was fucking awesome. Going to see Dark Shadows tomorrow and while we both have heard it's crap, it's going to have to do till MiB 3 drops next week. So off to Camden in the evening for slushies, popcorn and a movie.
Will also be intensively hunting for new digs over the next few days as I need to be out of my current place by 1430 next Thursday 0_o
Yeah, I'm fucking stressed about this. Add to that the fact next weekend's double bank Jubilee holiday is going to be fucking mental busy at work, I'm struggling a bit.
I'm going to be honest here and just say I almost broke Edge this Saturday past. Work was busy, service was going well till one of my minions fucked up, I lost my temper as I had to start comping desserts and coffees to keep customers happy but had to punch a wall to try vent some of my anger.
I finished work and was going to stop in Camden on the way home and get a drink, to take the edge off, but I stopped at Waterloo station to try and make sure I didn't get sniped in an eBay auction for two of the tattoo artist, Lianne Moule's watercolours. Watching all the drunk idiots from the football and rugby actually reminded me what a dark road I walked out of and no need to go back down.
I lost the auction.
I must stay strong, I must never surrender.
Went and spoke to an amazing tattoo artist last week and have started the design for the inside of my upper right arm, a Day of the Dead Medusa. Am going to see the guy who did my OLOC left wrist tattoo about getting something on my neck, a bit nervous about getting something on my neck because of my trade but fuckit, you only live once.
I think that would look fucking awesome on my neck going up behind my ear.
Hanging out with my lesbian friend a bit recently, at her suggestion, movies etc, saw Cabin in the Woods last week and it was fucking awesome. Going to see Dark Shadows tomorrow and while we both have heard it's crap, it's going to have to do till MiB 3 drops next week. So off to Camden in the evening for slushies, popcorn and a movie.
Will also be intensively hunting for new digs over the next few days as I need to be out of my current place by 1430 next Thursday 0_o
Yeah, I'm fucking stressed about this. Add to that the fact next weekend's double bank Jubilee holiday is going to be fucking mental busy at work, I'm struggling a bit.
I'm going to be honest here and just say I almost broke Edge this Saturday past. Work was busy, service was going well till one of my minions fucked up, I lost my temper as I had to start comping desserts and coffees to keep customers happy but had to punch a wall to try vent some of my anger.
I finished work and was going to stop in Camden on the way home and get a drink, to take the edge off, but I stopped at Waterloo station to try and make sure I didn't get sniped in an eBay auction for two of the tattoo artist, Lianne Moule's watercolours. Watching all the drunk idiots from the football and rugby actually reminded me what a dark road I walked out of and no need to go back down.
I lost the auction.
I must stay strong, I must never surrender.
I think that ink would be great on your neck. xo