sid

So it's settled. Despite the fact that my mother is going to brutally kill me and rip them out, I am going with getting the lip rings tomorrow. I figure for all I care, my mom can go fuck herself because I'm 20, and fully capable of ruining my own body with modifications whether she likes it or not. I mean, I keep trying to tell her that at least I'm not a crack whore or anything like that, and that she should be thankful that my only addiction is tattoos and piercings, because at least those won't kill me. But whatever, she hates everything I do.

I am craving vegtable tempura like mad. But alas, the car.... still not fixed.... and my mom, went to fucking Foxwoods. So I'm sitting here on my ass with all the pets, not able to go anywhere or do anything while my mom is at the damned casino, probably just sitting in front of a nickle slot machine, not winning any money. My mom has to learn how to fucking gamble. If she's gonna go to a casino, she should at least play blackjack or poker or something.

I'm so bored. I'm sitting here watching People's Court, trying my best to stay awake because I didn't sleep again last night. I woke up after a 2 hour nap, and watched Kill Bill Vol. 2 at 5:30 in the morning. I've been running on coffee and excedrine since then. *sigh* It fucking sucks. I hate bad weeks like this.

Love,
Sid