pudding

i don't like being hung-over. it sucks ass. i have felt like shit all day long. and to think that this morning i was dead set on going out and doing it all over again. i got a new tattoo, on my right leg. it's awesome. i can tell you are jealous. i have no common sense. hopefully i will be getting contacts on wednesday, i fucking hate glasses. that is a falsehood. i like my glasses and have actually gotten very used to them, however from time to time i long to have peripheral vision so the contacts will come in handy. and i won't look so fucking emo/militant. it must be nice to read something i have written that is not entirely in code. congrats on that. go you/me. i love how getting tattooed has become such a casual part of my life, like a trip to wal-mart. so natural. i bought yet another red lip gloss so i may make myself look like a gothy tart whenever i wish. sometimes it's fun to look like a tart. i have to get up ass early so i can get my base id and shit. that will not be fun, but it must be done. i miss joe. i got a letter from him today that made me cry because it was so sweet.