serene

I have been feeling a little more psychotic than usual lately, but I just finished watching The Aviator and decided at least I'm not locking myself in a room, naked, pissing in bottles. At least not yet! Hmm. . .
I got a new tattoo a week ago and I love it. I'll take a picture of it as soon as it passes the dull, peely, stage. Ah, nothin' like a healing tattoo. . . It's not very big though so it's no big deal. It's a heart shaped pad-lock with a old looking key running through it. I have two antique looking key tattoos now, I like keys for some weird reason. When I drew it out it ended up looking pretty classic in style, and when my tattoo artist was done it looked 100 times better (like always). I had it done on the inside of my right forearm. Hopefully in the near future I can have my left arm finished (vines and jack-o-lanterns). I love the feeling of a new piece of art to look at that will forever be on my body. . .
I went to a wedding that I actually kind of enjoyed last weekend, they let butterflies go in the ceremony and that was pretty cool. They were landing on the bridesmaids, sending them squirming in the typical "aah! bug! I'm a girl!" way. What the fuck did they think they were? Deadly japanese samurai ninja butterflies?
Weddings are weird, at least it wasn't in a church. I'm not a Satanist or anything I just have never felt comfortable an any kind of church.
I got the strangest compliment today, "you have very symetrical nostrils", what the hell? I mean thanks, but do you think the guy is fixated on nostrils? Like boob men, or leg men, are their nostril men? Probably.
I'm gonna go piss in a bottle.