so! yesterday i got some more shading on my tattoo.
for clarification: it is hot rod flames from my mid-upper thigh to the top/back of my shoulder. it is on my right side.
it was all rib work yesterday. it hurt so much and i'm a big baby when it comes to seemingly never ending pain. i cryed so hard he had to stop because i was shaking. i did make it for an hour and a half though.
com'n dont think i'm too big of a baby! its my freakin ribs for crap sake.
and i managed to lose about 15 pounds since i got tattooed last (two months ago)
being skinnier always makes it hurt more.
also, i told my boss that i'm starting classes in the fall and no longer want my supervisor position. i hate my job so much. however, classes two days a week (that daddy nobucks is paying for) and a nonstressful full time job is better than a job that makes me want to claw my eyes out with my salad fork.
getting my bag stolen is more depressing and a pain in the ass than anything.
Things I fucking needed!
1. house and store keys
2. bipolar medication
3. laboratory requisition to get blood drawn
4. cell phone (and a nice one at that!)
5. maalox (i have a tempermental stomach)
6. passport (only form of ID)
7. one pack cigarettes
8. credit card
9. insurance card/prescription card
10. all my "free drink" punch cards
11. my faith in human kind.
despite the crappy things happen lately and how tired i've been, i'm feeling relatively good. very exciting.
for clarification: it is hot rod flames from my mid-upper thigh to the top/back of my shoulder. it is on my right side.
it was all rib work yesterday. it hurt so much and i'm a big baby when it comes to seemingly never ending pain. i cryed so hard he had to stop because i was shaking. i did make it for an hour and a half though.
com'n dont think i'm too big of a baby! its my freakin ribs for crap sake.
and i managed to lose about 15 pounds since i got tattooed last (two months ago)
being skinnier always makes it hurt more.
also, i told my boss that i'm starting classes in the fall and no longer want my supervisor position. i hate my job so much. however, classes two days a week (that daddy nobucks is paying for) and a nonstressful full time job is better than a job that makes me want to claw my eyes out with my salad fork.
getting my bag stolen is more depressing and a pain in the ass than anything.
Things I fucking needed!
1. house and store keys
2. bipolar medication
3. laboratory requisition to get blood drawn
4. cell phone (and a nice one at that!)
5. maalox (i have a tempermental stomach)
6. passport (only form of ID)
7. one pack cigarettes
8. credit card
9. insurance card/prescription card
10. all my "free drink" punch cards
11. my faith in human kind.
despite the crappy things happen lately and how tired i've been, i'm feeling relatively good. very exciting.
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poem:
Yes, actually, he's moved around quite a bit in the past 2 months, having to deal with some new cats for a while, which he hates. Hopefully he's not really sick, just depressed from it all... He keeps licking the floor randomly for no reason, which is kinda scary cause it's frickin weird and makes no sense. So would raw fish be a good idea? Maybe I'll go fishing and bring him back some fresh straight out of the river fish 
I bet he'd enjoy that
I bet he'd enjoy that
boundcreature:
the tattoo looks good luv. i can't wait to see it when its finished. thanks for sending me the pic.