The tattoo didn’t really hurt much at all. It took about 75 minutes to do the design and was more irritating than anything. I got the chills are a few times but didn’t pass out or anything … the guy commented that I’m most likely going to become addicted since it didn’t bother me much. I felt pretty wiped out afterwards, just kind of shaky, but I think that’s because I was tensed up.
Here’s a picture, my brother took it. Not the best angle but I think he was in a hurry to not have to look at my ass. LOL (although to clarify, the tattoo is on my left hip)
I’m currently bandaged up until morning. I’m a little sore now but not too bad. Much easier than I expected. Or so I say now. LOL
I gleefully drove to McDonald’s this morning for my new addiction, an iced vanilla latte.
So many disappointments, my friends. So many disappointments.
First of all, the only size available was medium. Second, the price was nearly a dollar more than I paid at other McDonald’s yesterday. Finally, when I got the drink … it was half the size of the large I drank yesterday!
What’s up with that???? I drank it in like 4 sips. Gah.
My head hurts from my stupid Michigan allergies. Everyone always complains about how they feel like crap when they come to Indiana, but I feel like crap here. I got mocked by my dad last night when I said there was a lot of construction in Saline, Mich. I pronounced it Say-line. Like I’m supposed to remember it’s Sah-line. WTF-ever. I think that’s about what I said to the old man too. Well, it was more along the lines of, you knew what I mean, didn’t you????
I found a tattoo design. My hip is still my first choice, unless there is ummm a bit too much padding there. Then I’m going for the center of my lower back. I have a scar that is still pretty visible on my right side (I had a birthmark removed about 25 years ago, the scar is about 6″ long) so I don’t want to look like I am balancing that out. The only downer is that I’m probably going to have to give up my tanning. Oh well, I need to anyway. Sigh.
Sent Bill an e-mail, ending things. The man scares the beejesus out of me and frankly, the thought of making that call also scared the beejesus of out me. I GOT THREE MORE FUCKING E-MAILS FROM HIM TONIGHT.
OMFG.
Here’s to hoping I never hear from that crazy mofo again …
I AM SO EXCITED!
My mom was all pissy when I told her that I’m getting one, then 30 minutes later she was offering to go with me. I’ve decided to get the tattoo on my hip now. I have enough padding there LOL.
Took me five damn hours to get to Michigan today, tons of construction. And it was hot too. Blech. If you listened to my audiopost, you heard that I had a shitload of coffee. Wheee.
Bill is continuing his stalker ways. I need to call him but I really don’t want to. I’m not sure in this situation if I should do the right thing, which is call him, or do the right thing for me, which is e-mail and avoid the hell out of him. I have two unread e-mails from him on Myspace. My brother was looking at my page and was just like, what the fuck is up with this guy?!
I had every intention of going to the 6 p.m. service @ church tonight … that is until about 5:25 p.m. The thought of getting off the couch seems daunting letting alone driving. And to be honest I probably would be a danger to myself and others on the road as, despite a whopping 6 hours of sleep today, I feel like I’ve been popping Ambien left and right. So once I can form coherent thoughts and focus, I will meditate for the week ahead but I don’t think I’m going to get too stressed out at my parents.
Buuuuuut at the ripe ol’ age of 32 I am scared to tell my parents I am getting a tattoo. ROFL. I found a few designs I like … I decided to get the tattoo on my lower back but above my waistline. I don’t want no tramp stamp. 
Rest assured there will be pictures … a few people have requested immediate photos by txt message so if you want on the list, let me know!
I read a MySpace bulletin that Sodapop sent out and I was nearly in tears myself reading about how she called herself a “hysterical basket case” near the end of the Blogathon. I was the same way. OMG. I swear I can’t remember being that tired ever. The funniest thing was watching everyone on cam. I finally turned mine off b/c I kept sinking lower and lower on the couch. Soda at one point dunked her head under the faucet to wake up. Chatty was sitting in darkness, lolling about. Tense Teacher was staring off into space. And Kentucky Gurl who might I add was just HANGING OUT WITH US ALL NIGHT — SHE COULD HAVE GONE TO BED! — was entertaining us all by wearing a variety of different hats, including a fez, and glasses. I know there was more insanity, I just can’t remember. I’m sure I’ll be remembering bits and pieces for years to come.
OMFG y’all I think I have a stalker in Bill. Seriously. He left me at least 3 MySpace comments since last night, maybe more, left a shitload of comments on my Blogathon blog, wrote some crazy ass blog himself on his MySpace page, sent me I don’t know how many txts, called a few times … I was finally like, look, I’ve been asleep most of the day, I’m exhausted, I just need some time to myself. And then he replies back yapping about how he’s had such a bad day wondering if we’re ok. BACK THE FUCK OFF. OMG I got so mad at him last night when he kept trying to fondle my boobie and I was finally like, you’re not gettin’ any, I’m too tired … and then he KEPT FONDLING MY BOOBIE! Like I was going to change my mind. OMFG. And believe me I was not in a coy, oh-I-bet-you-can-convince-me mood. No, I was sitting on the couch, knees to my chest, arms around my knees, fully curled in upon myself lol position. So yeah fuck this shit. He’s way too fucking serious. And of course now that this has happened twice in two months I have to take a look at myself to see what my part in this is. Fuck me. SO NOT IN THE MOOD FOR SELF REFLECTION!
/rant.
If you’d like to read my descent into insanity, I mean awesomeness, go here.
As a treat, I bought myself a t-shirt and mug.
I was never so glad to go to sleep as I was this morning. My head hit the pillow about 9:01 a.m. and I was asleep a few minutes later. I woke up a couple times but slept pretty well until my alarm went off at 1:30 p.m. I’m kinda groggy now … I’m sure I’ll feel better once I hop in the shower.
It’s after 4 a.m. … just have to make it until 9 … I have on VH1 and they actually are showing videos, but videos from like 2 years ago. Not so much.
Bill came over tonight. I kicked him out about 10:15. You know, I just got sick of hearing the same shit over and over again about how great I am, how great “we” are, etc. etc. etc. For one, that shit loses it’s meaning when it’s repeated for the 87th time. For another, he hasn’t even known me a week. And of course y’all know I went through this shit not even two months ago with mutherfucker. What’s with these guys who immediately think I’m the greatest thing ever? I don’t want a fucking insta-relationship. It’s one thing to hang out. It’s another to talk about love and all that shit. Well, I guess not, because I was cool with it before, just not this time around.
Hmmm what else? I don’t know. Difficult to form sentences. I took a shower about 30 minutes ago. It helped but damn this couch is fricking comfy and I just want to nap. Just for a minute. Or 300. LOL
My alarm is set for 8:30 a.m. I have a case of Diet Mountain Dew, lots of water, a bag of Red Vines, fruit, popcorn and other assorted goodies (ok a box of Little Debby zebra cakes too). I have a rough idea of what I’m going to post about … and I feel like I have no fucking idea what I am in for … that’s right, folks, it’s Blogathon Eve! I think my donations total $180 which is awesome. About $175 more than I expected. LOL
Soooooooo Bill came over last night about 8. About 8:05 we were making out. I even frickin’ missed BB. Eventually we made our way to the bedroom … and I was a happy girl. Then … we went to sleep … and he fucking snored like a motherfucker. OMG. I was lying there, like, no fucking way is this happening. It was instantaneous, like he was talking one minute, and then the next a motherfucking buzz saw was next to my head. To top it off, he was super cuddly. All you cuddlers, STFU. When I sleep, I want to sleep. Don’t throw your arm, leg or any other body part over me. Sigh.
He is a really sweet guy though. He’s coming over tomorrow evening to hang out with me. But I will be sleeping alone once 9:01 a.m. Sunday hits.
In other news … I made an appointment to get my tattoo …
