may is almost over. i’ll be in colorado in a week exactly.
where has the year gone?
may is almost over. i’ll be in colorado in a week exactly.
where has the year gone?
last night was cinco de mayo, and i was completely unprepared. it scrambles up on me unawares. plus so far the work week is eating my soul and i just don’t make it home early enough to do anything worthwhile. i’m getting better, but it’s hard.
the boy has a spiffy new schedule which means we actually get to spend some time together, this is huge…
and after tackling the insanity that is our kitchen (the less time you spend at home, the messier it gets…FACT) i managed to scrape together an ooey, gooey, cheesy mess of delicious chicken enchiladas. and the boy finished off his fancy mexican tequila.
sunday i went with kristin to get a few more long awaited tattoos. she got a quote and some really pretty script under her boobs (UNDERBOOBS!) and i got my left foot done. it was hot as hell, and mildly horrible in the parlor, but oh my god am i happy we did it. it has been over a year since i was last tattooed (over a freaking year! what kind of madness is that?!) and that is definitely far too long in between ink sessions. especially when my head is practically bursting with ideas for more tattoos and i’m lucky enough to have a god damned fantastic artist at hand. seriously? i need more tattoos, more often, more more more.
things that are currently crawling around in my head:
really? why don’t i just spend the next year or so getting wonderful tattoo after wonderful tattoo? honestly, i can’t think of anything better than that!
and thus, my new tattoo…it was probably the most painful one to date (without a doubt). and it definitely is going to be more of a bitch to heal, but oh my god…so.worth.it! really, truly, i had no idea what it would be going in, but now that i see it…it’s everything i could have ever wanted! really, truly gorgeous. and it’s mine! all mine forever and ever and nobody can change it or fuck with it or take it way. mine.
and so far, i have never once gotten a tattoo and thought “oh, that was a mistake” or felt a single pang of regret or wished i could take it all back. every single one i’ve gotten has been wonderful and if anything i love them more and more as time goes on. the older i get, the more i love them. and really, if i didn’t, wouldn’t that just be the saddest thing? they’re a part of me. i’m already self-conscious enough and have such heaping piles of insecurity that i really couldn’t afford to go on hating bits of myself…especially when they’re so splendid. my tattoos are my best bits, by far. and the way i see it, they can only get better.
my one regret, i guess if you could call it that, would be that in some places i’ve already been tattooed and cannot get ink there all over again. i guess… but that just means i’ll put it elsewhere!
at the hands of my sinuses — which have obviously made a pact with the devil to destroy me — and the demon weasels that have taken up residence in my throat.
motherfuck.
this weekend, the boy and i ventured out to new hampshire to check out the classic arcade museum — aka funspot — in laconia.
the drive was longer than expected, but nicely scenic. we’ve been pretty run down over the last week so saturday was pretty much making it to new hampshire and then passing the fuck out. our hotel was awesome: a surprisingly good deal, every room had it’s own private balcony or patio, 2 pools, a jacuzzi and a spiffy little pub right across the street. i wish we could’ve spent more time there. on the whole, the entire lakeside area was a nice change of pace. the weather was gorgeous and everything was calm and peaceful.
then we hit up the arcade…
i get another tattoo in 10 days.
it has been a little over a year since my last tattoo, but thankfully the duration between dates of ink is getting smaller. i went a ridiculous time (i think, 3 years?) between my first tattoo and second. that is unacceptable. why do i put it off so long?
i’m a bit anxious, quite frankly, but that’s ok. it’s the good, fluttery, excited kind of anxiety that comes right before a session. and 10 days out, i’m surprised i haven’t completely freaked out about it before now. it’s a happy freakout…i’m about to change! yay! i will have something awesome (and knowing my artist, fucking gorgeous) all to myself — a part of myself — forever and ever! double-yay!
at any rate, this is one of the last times i’ll be going around with one awesome foot (my beautiful, beautiful right foot) and one stupid foot (the unadorned-except-for-anklet left foot). the used to match, then i got probably one of my best tattoos ever, and soon, they will match again!
it’s going to hurt like a motherfuck, and it’s going to itch about a week-and-a-half in, but oh man…i cannot contain myself i’m so excited!
this is a very good thing.
yesterday we saw Kick-Ass, and it was fucking awesome.
i’ve been wanting to see it ever since i saw the first red band trailer, and have literally been counting down the days until it opened. after a whole god damned ordeal in natingham, we headed to the 9:00 show and oh my god!
i loved it! love love loved it! i would totally see it again, too! even though the movie has nicolas cage and you should always limit your exposure to his particular brand of non-acting craziness, he was actually awesome in the movie! believe it or not! that right there, was particularly surprising. ok, ok, so he wasn’t really acting, but it didn’t take away from the movie in this instance.
also, fucking mclovin is in the movie! he is not aging well at all, but was still funny! hopefully in another 5 years he doesn’t still look like an awkward teenager. cuz you know, that, will be unfortunate.
but really all you need to know is that the movie is fucking unbelievable and the best part about it is Hit Girl. she is completely amazing and awesome and totally everything i would want to be in life, for serious. if i saw this movie when i was a kid, things would probably gone a lot different for me. and/or i would have an extensive prison record. either way, Hit Girl is the fuckin’ tits, man.
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