Stupid wireless internet. I tried to upload a ton of pics to photobucket and post a nice, picture heavy blog about the splendid rest of my weekend and it decided to epic fail on me. So I'm on the crackberry. Mumble grumble. I have some really amazing pics too. It'll have to wait till tuesday, since I'm seeing jose gonzalez tomorrow night. Woot! 
Anyway, long story short. Dotm was a complete fubar on my end of things, and I did not make it to q's. I'd been looking forward to it forever, as I have not been in like 2 months, but a whole lot of people backed out last minute, and it wouldve been way too awkward for me to still go. Ie, if you think me and clifton are to spend an evening out in close proximity with my ex (who has suddenly decided after 2 years of not wanting to come out to events that he loves sg and wants to be at all of them), then color you stupid. You guys can have him. I can dance in my car and drink in my backyard and listen to vnv nation wherever I damn please so I don't know why I'm even annoyed about it.
Went home (well, went to cliftons, wherever he is feels like home now) and went to bed, pissed off at all that, and the fact that the rest of saturday ended up being so goddamned stressful (partially due to home life stuff) that I had to take a xanax and I probably shouldve just skipped it all and been fine. Damn events that I run, I feel obligated to actually show up to them!
Anyway,it all worked out, since we had to get up at 8 to drive to atlantic city to go to the corniest tattoo convention ever. So we were well rested. it was either go today and marvel at how unlike the nyc con it is, or wait till september to get an appointment. And I just loathe being patient, even though I am very good at it.
My new half sleeve looks amazing. I think my artist likes it more than I do, he actually wants to bump me ahead of people to make my next appointment within the month! Which is fine with me, not so fine w my salary. Oh, and while he was working on me, he won best in show for an impromptu piece he did on his coworker on friday. That was rad. The piece deserved it too, this guy is fucking brilliant.
Actually, thinking chronologically- today was so full of win it completely makes up for yesterday. While we were waiting for my turn under the needle, we walked behind the hotel over to the bay. Picked bits of seaglass from the sand, wandered through the seaweed, climbed a corroded remain of some sort of pier and looked out at the water, took artistic pictures of dead things and each other. After the tattooing was had, we drove down to the boardwalk and had a nice dinner and a stroll and smooched on the beach. Drove home telling stories and laughing and just feeling very blissful and content. It was relaxing and sweet. And now that I've made you gag w my sappy happy paragraph, ill get on with it.
My birthday is like 2 goddamn weeks away. So that's cool. In previous years I've posted my wishlist on here without telling anybody, and since no one in my entire tenure as a member of sg has ever bought me anything off of it, I'm not gonna bother. I don't even really want anything. Its nice to be at the age where there's no material birthday expectations or desires, and every present is surprising and appreciated.
Really, all I ever want on my birthday is to be surrounded by the people I love. Like, all at the same time. Wink wink. Take a day off, you working type bastards.
Well, if you can read this, it means javascript didn't kill my tzones and I'm not sitting here gouging my eyes out bc the blackberry ate an hour long post.
Pics tuesday! Nazdrovyeh!
Anyway, long story short. Dotm was a complete fubar on my end of things, and I did not make it to q's. I'd been looking forward to it forever, as I have not been in like 2 months, but a whole lot of people backed out last minute, and it wouldve been way too awkward for me to still go. Ie, if you think me and clifton are to spend an evening out in close proximity with my ex (who has suddenly decided after 2 years of not wanting to come out to events that he loves sg and wants to be at all of them), then color you stupid. You guys can have him. I can dance in my car and drink in my backyard and listen to vnv nation wherever I damn please so I don't know why I'm even annoyed about it.
Went home (well, went to cliftons, wherever he is feels like home now) and went to bed, pissed off at all that, and the fact that the rest of saturday ended up being so goddamned stressful (partially due to home life stuff) that I had to take a xanax and I probably shouldve just skipped it all and been fine. Damn events that I run, I feel obligated to actually show up to them!
Anyway,it all worked out, since we had to get up at 8 to drive to atlantic city to go to the corniest tattoo convention ever. So we were well rested. it was either go today and marvel at how unlike the nyc con it is, or wait till september to get an appointment. And I just loathe being patient, even though I am very good at it.
My new half sleeve looks amazing. I think my artist likes it more than I do, he actually wants to bump me ahead of people to make my next appointment within the month! Which is fine with me, not so fine w my salary.
Oh, and while he was working on me, he won best in show for an impromptu piece he did on his coworker on friday. That was rad. The piece deserved it too, this guy is fucking brilliant.
Actually, thinking chronologically- today was so full of win it completely makes up for yesterday. While we were waiting for my turn under the needle, we walked behind the hotel over to the bay. Picked bits of seaglass from the sand, wandered through the seaweed, climbed a corroded remain of some sort of pier and looked out at the water, took artistic pictures of dead things and each other. After the tattooing was had, we drove down to the boardwalk and had a nice dinner and a stroll and smooched on the beach. Drove home telling stories and laughing and just feeling very blissful and content. It was relaxing and sweet. And now that I've made you gag w my sappy happy paragraph, ill get on with it.
My birthday is like 2 goddamn weeks away. So that's cool. In previous years I've posted my wishlist on here without telling anybody, and since no one in my entire tenure as a member of sg has ever bought me anything off of it, I'm not gonna bother.
I don't even really want anything. Its nice to be at the age where there's no material birthday expectations or desires, and every present is surprising and appreciated.
Really, all I ever want on my birthday is to be surrounded by the people I love. Like, all at the same time. Wink wink. Take a day off, you working type bastards.
Well, if you can read this, it means javascript didn't kill my tzones and I'm not sitting here gouging my eyes out bc the blackberry ate an hour long post.
Pics tuesday! Nazdrovyeh!
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i'm just excited about things career-wise. some awesome opportunities literally fell into my lap.