looking away and scowling
HER
good friend of a few years. No romantic/sexual involvement. Just a playful, kick ass, singin'/drinkin' buddy.
ME
me.
HER: I'm so glad your feeling better
ME: Thanks kiddo. I think I might go get tattooed today**
HER: My name? On your what? I'm flattered.
ME: Yeah, but I'm gonna need your middle name, sweethearth. Gotta lot of ground to cover there.
HER: My middle name is sexy cakes. And if there's still room, put a dollar sign. In case I feel like blowing some money.
ME: Damn. I straight up blushed at that shit.
HER: dont' forget to take pictures.
I'm sorry, I thought it was fucking hilarious.
I'm feeling a little bit like I'm losing it today. I mean, like, I'm ok, but I'm losing it. My thought process is completely out of control. I'm reigning it in, possibly in a very rational and emotionally intelligent way, actually. But I do think that tattoos need to happen soon. Which some think of as unhealhty. I think of as awesome. and necessary. And imminent.
**I did, in fact, go down to the Hollywood District today to check out a few portfolios over at Tigerlily and, if they had any openings, impulsively get something small that I've been pondering over for a while. They didn't. Perhaps this is for the best, but I am a little dissapointed.
I bought SoBe "Life Water" today without reading the label. Ugh. Fuck that shit. I also bought Whoppers, which were, and continue to be, very satisfying.
I remember Dahlia, that Portland local electronic duo who was so big a couple years ago, being more awesome. I downloaded some recordings the other day and found that they really kinda suck. The singer is terrible. Maybe the live show was better? I guess I can't quite remember.
good friend of a few years. No romantic/sexual involvement. Just a playful, kick ass, singin'/drinkin' buddy.
ME
me.
HER: I'm so glad your feeling better
ME: Thanks kiddo. I think I might go get tattooed today**
HER: My name? On your what? I'm flattered.
ME: Yeah, but I'm gonna need your middle name, sweethearth. Gotta lot of ground to cover there.
HER: My middle name is sexy cakes. And if there's still room, put a dollar sign. In case I feel like blowing some money.
ME: Damn. I straight up blushed at that shit.
HER: dont' forget to take pictures.
I'm sorry, I thought it was fucking hilarious.
I'm feeling a little bit like I'm losing it today. I mean, like, I'm ok, but I'm losing it. My thought process is completely out of control. I'm reigning it in, possibly in a very rational and emotionally intelligent way, actually. But I do think that tattoos need to happen soon. Which some think of as unhealhty. I think of as awesome. and necessary. And imminent.
**I did, in fact, go down to the Hollywood District today to check out a few portfolios over at Tigerlily and, if they had any openings, impulsively get something small that I've been pondering over for a while. They didn't. Perhaps this is for the best, but I am a little dissapointed.
I bought SoBe "Life Water" today without reading the label. Ugh. Fuck that shit. I also bought Whoppers, which were, and continue to be, very satisfying.
I remember Dahlia, that Portland local electronic duo who was so big a couple years ago, being more awesome. I downloaded some recordings the other day and found that they really kinda suck. The singer is terrible. Maybe the live show was better? I guess I can't quite remember.