Just some quick venting:

To all of those who think tattoos make a person look “dirty” or “trashy”: Fuck off. You have no idea what they could mean to that person, how much time, thought, and money is invested, or any idea what that person has been through. I’ll admit I’ve seen some terrible ones in my day, but no matter how poorly or great they look, doesn’t matter. They are just the same as you, but are comfortable to express themselves perhaps by means that you’ll never have enough confidence to do. 

That is all.

(Inspired by ANTM threads)

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Yesterday was an absolute blast. I was tattooed for 6.5 hours, then headed to the bar with Chris, followed by Quaker Stake (Side note: FANTASTIC  food there) and his place for movies and sleep. 

I couldn’t say how happy I am to have a new friend that just wants to be friends. It’s a nice change of pace. :)

Yesterday

• Cookies for breakfast 
• Pizza for lunch (B&N, great idea btw)
• Homemade pizza for dinner (almost 2 bags of cheese on that bad boy. Yum!)
• Made butterbeer (it was FANTASTIC)
• Finally watched The Matrix (NOT what I thought it was going to be at all. I liked it though. Couldn’t help but think about sad Keanu Reeves though)

So all in all, good day! Pizza twice, cookies, the sweetest drink I have ever had, and an attempt to catch up on movies I HAVE to watch. Bright Eyes today. <3

Also, a reminder how to make butterbeer:

Blender, butterscotch schnapps, french vanilla ice cream, cream soda, ice and whipped cream. (Didn’t need the ice cream, but it was damn good)

I just had an 82 year old woman buy me a glass of wine on the riverboat. She also said my tattoo was very attractive and that it was obvious that it meant a lot to me. 

Please let me be this awesome at 82. 

*edited three times because of grammatical and spelling errors. Blaming it on the wine. 

Listening

Currently sipping hot tea and changing my hair color. I was going through all of my classical music, which lead to me looking for my favorite songs with piano in them, which lead to Billy Joel’s Piano Man. I knew a piano man once. He studied at Berklee and had the most beautiful baby grand that took up his entire living room. He was very kind, and very nice. I still have a photo of him somewhere, probably pressed between old birthday cards and even older memories. I had no heart invested in, more so an admiration. I don’t even think we even kissed. Funny, thinking back, I think he was 25 and I was 19. I will never see him again.  Not that things ended badly, then again, maybe they did. He is in Washington D. C., or at least he was 5 years back, but could not give his location seeing as though he had been promoted to internal intelligence or something or other. I hope he is well.

Which brings me to the next thought of all the people that come and go in a person’s life. The idea of never seeing some faces again almost causes a little heartbreak. Yet, one of the most wonderful feelings in the world is the moment when you see one of those faces you never knew if you’d see again or not.

Counting the days. 

My Life Recently:

Coffee

Pancakes

Work

Class

Homework

The Simpsons

Music videos

Pasta

Hanging out occasionally with Adam, or Chris, or Lane

Randomly going to shows 

Mountain Dew

This Fall is going to be awesome. 

I’ve also realized that there are not many people I get along with for very long. I have been getting easily frustrated by a few. The desire to cut ties weighs heavy on my shoulders.

It’s happening again…

I want to cut my hair really short again. Maybe I’ll wait until Spring, but I just feel more sophisticated with shorter hair. Or maybe the word I am looking for is elegant. Regardless, the urge is back.

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