Ok, so it says I have been a member for 32 months and I have 9 comments altogether...
Good christ.
In other news. Um...
My sister is coming to visit. Which is cool. This will hopefully be a ot less stressful than the other visits I have had in LA.
I'm a much better visitor it could be said.
But what the hell, gotta see huh?
She said she would buy stuff for me, cause she knows I am ueberpoor, but that drags along its own ball and chain of how much do I really want for her to buy for me and all that jazz.
I mean, sure I want her to take me to fucking melrose and get decked the fuck out. I will fully admit that as time has progressed and I have lived in LA longer and longer I have fallen more victim to the ways of the narcisist(and lazy speller). I actually now rather enjoy looking fucking awesome, whereas before I tried to supress such urges and in Indiana felt like I had them less. Maybe they just manifested in different ways.
In other news: I really want to get another tattoo, wihich is probably not the best thought to have without a solid idea of what I want. The problem is that I am so god damn proud of my first tattoos that I don't want to fuck up my body. It always makes me think of an eye I drew once. First time out it looked fucking wonderful. The almond orb of an angel. Then I tried to make a corresponding one and it looked like a fucking retard. Like some sort of troglodyte freak with one perfect eye lost in the ugliness of it all.
SInce then I have been paranoid of doing anything more than once.
This was, I believe, the 4th grade...
btw, Tiger Balm rules!
Good christ.
In other news. Um...
My sister is coming to visit. Which is cool. This will hopefully be a ot less stressful than the other visits I have had in LA.
I'm a much better visitor it could be said.
But what the hell, gotta see huh?
She said she would buy stuff for me, cause she knows I am ueberpoor, but that drags along its own ball and chain of how much do I really want for her to buy for me and all that jazz.
I mean, sure I want her to take me to fucking melrose and get decked the fuck out. I will fully admit that as time has progressed and I have lived in LA longer and longer I have fallen more victim to the ways of the narcisist(and lazy speller). I actually now rather enjoy looking fucking awesome, whereas before I tried to supress such urges and in Indiana felt like I had them less. Maybe they just manifested in different ways.
In other news: I really want to get another tattoo, wihich is probably not the best thought to have without a solid idea of what I want. The problem is that I am so god damn proud of my first tattoos that I don't want to fuck up my body. It always makes me think of an eye I drew once. First time out it looked fucking wonderful. The almond orb of an angel. Then I tried to make a corresponding one and it looked like a fucking retard. Like some sort of troglodyte freak with one perfect eye lost in the ugliness of it all.
SInce then I have been paranoid of doing anything more than once.
This was, I believe, the 4th grade...
btw, Tiger Balm rules!