just some stuff.

So, thanks to the laws of wrist formation, we could not get my tattoo design to work on my tiny little 6" wrist. It came out much different. Some moments I am utterly in love with it, other moments I feel regret- the knot's too big, it's off center (I totally choose placement), I should have done something different with the knot rather than having it shaded black in the background. etc. But it is still healing now, so I try not to feel one way or the other about it until it's done healing. When I love it though, I REALLY love it.

I'm totally PMSing and that sucks.

My friend just pointed out this super hysterical blog-
http://fuckyoupenguin.blogspot.com/ Check it out you'll love it.

SO, are you ready for giftmas? I can't seem to stop spending. I've been putting away money every single paycheck to make this Yule not such a financial burden. So okay good in theory, right? Well what do I do? Spend ALL of that my first day shopping, and probably twice what I saved all total. It's a sickness. And now I'm almost done but still have a few more things to get and I'm sick of spending money. Damnit, giftmas!!

Holy crap is it quitting time yet?

Man all I want to do is eat and sleep. Damnit, PMS!! Trust me I'm backspacing constantly 'cause I just want to bitch too.

I love Guinness. Just sayin'. And now our favorite daytime bar has it back in stock, and on tap!!! Yes, they're starting off the New Year right! :) WOOOO.

So the tattoo artist wants me to bring in some grapefruits that I've tattooed. I have been feeling mentally shitty all week though so have not gotten around to it yet. I'll probably do that next Tues or Wed night, then take them in for him to check out- better timing 'cause the tattoo will be more healed up and he can get a better feel for the touching up that will need to be done. See I should be all super stoked about it. And I was at first. I dunno. I feel very alone. Anyway he's trying to get back into corporate America, after like 9 years of tattooing, so any moment now he could be up and gone. How can he possibly apprentice me if he's working an office job in Virginia?

I know I know I should not worry about that, and should just get my butt up there with some inked up grapefruits. It's what I want right? I'm just not in a good frame of mind lately.

Every time I go into my grocery store, my eyes burn. And burn. Until I leave. Kinda scary, no?

Well I hope this blog goes thru. I got access denied the last time I tried accessing this website here at work. Watch I'll go to save and it will throw me out and alert the powers that be. Big brother bs.

Our Yule party scheduled for next week is looking like another rainout. Which is probably a good thing if my head doesn't clear up by then. 'cause a few days after that we leave for chicago. 12 hours of driving each way with the dogs. Inlaws. 70,000 kids. Going to be tough to stay on track with Weight Watchers in the midst of all the hectic times, crazy amounts of time on the road, and stress. Meh. I've been doing a great job of not thinking about it so why start now?

OK. Happy Friday.