morrow

i showed up at work yesterday. and my owner, without saying a word about it to me, moved one of the tattoo artists from another one of the shops he owns, to the same one as me. this just happens to be a tattoo artist who is absolutely crazy and whom i cant be in the same room as. my owner knew this. and knew that just a week earlier i had told him that the tattoo artist in question, a skin-head-i-just-got-out-of-prison kinda guy with shitty skulls tattooed all over his head, was not allowed to even walk by our shop. he's fucking crazy. and not supposed to come near me. and the owner fucking puts him at the same shop as me.

so without saying anything, i packed up all of my things and quit i went to my friend brittanys house and hung out all day instead. and now i have a few days off til i start the new shop next week. so i dont even really care.

the owner of course had the counter-guy call me, about an hour later, and ask me to come back. and said he would move the tattoo artist back to the shop he was at.

"noooo... i dont think so".
click


so ill have the whooole weekend to myself. im going to the hollywood forever cemetery on saturday to see bride of frankenstein.. ( for those who dont live in LA or near it, movies are shown at the cemetery in hollywood during the summer and you bring blankets and food ) .
im gonna try to cram a bunch of other fun stuff in while i have a whole weekend

brittany helped me do my nails last night.. they just need to get way longer. not enough eyeball scratching powers