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And the other one is done. And I feel a little bit safer. A little less exposed.



Don't worry, i'm not getting all emo on your asses. I don't believe that tattoos have to have a deep-rooted meaning. Each to their own. These recent ones just happen to mean a lot. They're kind of like bookmarks I guess, and this one celebrates the end of one rocky-old chapter.

So that was done yesterday morning, then I had my hair bleached so my nasty roots have gone away.
The I went to meet paintedlady and we went ultra shopping. I bought a jacket, a new purse, some cute cute shoes, and ANOTHER pair of sunglasses. I think I have a small problem with sunglasses.

We went to the shop to meet my partner in all things whisky-related, Frankie, Mr Matt, and Luke. Then we got half price Indian take-away. It was a DHANSAK! A DHANSAK I TELL YOU - you fucking legend. And then girls went in the Cruiser, boys went in the little Fiesta to Stratford-Upon-Avon to the Cox's Yard to watch Miles Hunt of The Wonderstuff. It was very good. And I somehow managed to get a wee bit drunk uneder the encouragement of my whisky girl . Then we drove home and I sat like a silly one on MSN till 3am ( ), and the paintedlady watched Swimming Pool.

Today it's raining. I did plan on going skating which I can't do now, however I couldn't really give a flying fuck because - moo-cha-cha! - it's Sunday, and tomorrow is Monday.

Someone has taken control of my facial muscles, and contracts them skywards at will.

♥ xXx