Seriously though, I miss my black hair. I was more comfortable with it. Yes, it was a pain in my ars3h0l3 but I loved it.
I want to move. NOW.
I was looking into places like New Orleans . Its very interesting there. I don't want to be on the West coast anymore. I don't want to be within 1000 miles of a certain person(s) anymore.
And oh how overjoyed I am that I got my first majorly foofed up tattoo. Was this guy smoking crack while doing me? Its horribly not filled in, and the lines are crooked as fuck. I'm going back on Saturday and seeing if they can fix it as much as possible. Beyond that I'm stuck with it, but I don't really mind. Its all an experiance. And besides that, its only skin. I'm gonna die anyway. Or, I can think of something to cover it up with. Either way, I don't really care.
However, I thought of an idea for my left arm since my right arm is fucked. What you ask?...I'm not telling. ha!
I was looking online today at things to buy. Something I'm not supposed to be doing because I'm supposed to be saving money to get my ass in school, out of school, and oput of this state. But anywho...I found the prettiest poison rings. I want I want I want. If/when I get married I want a poison ring. Not an ugly plegh diamond ring. ESPECIALLY not a gold one. I think I would puke all over whoever my fiance is.
I want my perty boots to be here.
Oh yeah. And I have 3 differant people I'm supposed to be doing photoshoots with but I keep putting them off. Damnit I suck. I need to get that out of the way. I hope one of them does bloody picturessssssssss. I miss blood.
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