Foible
Neither Kayleigh nor Ryan turned up today. I suspect some dirty, illicit affair going on.
I ended up having a really good day, no atmosphere, no tension, nothing. I had a laugh, messed about a bit and did some woik. It's how it should be. I'm too old for all this childish playground squabbling. It's bloody ridiculous, especially when all it was about was someone getting upset because I told them to F-off. Ahhh...whatever. It's done.
My ear was sore all day due to the big plastic cone sticking out my lobe, damn Kat, damn me wanting it stretched when my lobes are tiny. Damnit all. As soon as I got home I took it out and put back in my old 1.6 gauge labret, it feels so much better.
Lookit:
Keloiding!
Lookit the dirty earwax, look at it.
I'm gonna go get something to eat, get a bath, wash my hair and go to Blue Note with the Ay. We're gonna get so damn drunk. hah. =]
The Ay. Ta-ta ta ta tons
(Lookit my painting behind her chair on the left ~ good init? ;])
The Soosh looking like she got the squint eye.
My, the right-hand side of my room is so interesting.