xevilxashleyx

Yar.

This weekend was, by far, one of the best ones I've had in ages...dispite that fact that for a portion of it, I wanted to punch myself in the face.

I'm a much happier little ball of evil goodness when I get out and do things with people. Yes, ma'am, I am. [I'm a regular Doctor Fucking Seuss, aye?]

Ahem...

Moving on.

Sometimes, I get...not entirely sane. It makes for some not-so-fun times, and I hate it. Feeling bad is better than feeling nothing, methinks. My brain, however, thinks otherwise.

Rock&Shock this weekend? Methinks maybe, if I can scrounge the money and get the Boy to come along. He loves me, you know.

Fall and winter make me feel all cuddly. Maybe it's my attempt at getting warm, or maybe it's my instictive desire to hibernate, but that's all I want. Gah. Laaame.

I..am still stubbly.

Also, my critters are runnin' low in the Food Department. Tomorrow is Critter Food Buyin' Day, yes sir.

I'm tired. Work at Five am. No sir.

Pizza. I want some.

So, Brian666 has this thing for tacos, and even though we ate them last night...I really want some right now.

Also: My favorite pink nail polish exploded or something. There's a big hole in the side of the bottle, and it's sucktastic.

My hair is getting gnarly. It's pretty out of control. I love it most when I don't do a damn thing with it and everyone tells me how cute I am. Come to think of it, I love it when people tell me how cute I am, period. Because, fuck you, I'm cute.

Yar.

So, I've got The Itch. No, it's not on my naughty bits. You know the one I'm talking about - it's that itch you get when you absolutely have to have something new. Something shiny and happy and pretty and fabulous. I was hoping for new inkage, but instead I got...a $215 bill from my doctor from when my mother freaked out because she thought I had Eastern Equine Encephalitis and made me go. There goes that idea.
But...I've still got The Itch. And no way to scratch it. Gah. Sucktastic.

Next:

My floor is covered with laundry. Clean laundry that I've just been too lazy to put away.

I <3 Hoodies. I ganked some transparencies from work today so that I can screen print a Devil's Champion one. Represent, nigga. What.

Presently, I am rocking the grossest hoody I own. It's covered in stains and yuckness, but it's warm and comfy and I <3 it all the same. Also: a girl I used to work with left it in my car last winter. I never gave it back. So, a good portion of these stains aren't even my own. Now that's addiction.

I have a cowboy hat, and I love it.

Speaking of such: I saw a cowboy walking down the street today. He had the hat, the boots, the button down denim shirt, giant belt buckle...the whole nine yards. Weird.

My dog farted and it smells BAD!

Also: I will be working at the Seacoast Tattoo Festival saturday until 3. You should all come and say hi to me.

It's past my bed time, lovelies. Goodnight, SGland.