I used to think I had a lot of friends
Things which I forgot to mention yesterday:
1) I started tattoo number 5 last week. A big tudor rose on the top of my left shoulder, with scottish thistles over my clavicle and shoulder blade, tied together with leaves of 1920's art deco curlice/ filagree. Outline and shading is done and it looks fucking amazing, I got back in 3 weeks for colour.
2) Uncle Chris finally lost his battle with cancer late Monday night. After close to 3 years of being terminal and in excruciating pain, I'm glad it's over. I am however rather annoyed that I found out through a status update on Facebook when I logged on on Tuesday. Or at least I was for a while, it's really not worth it. The funeral is in Brisbane tomorrow, about 7 hours before I land up there for a friends wedding. Not that I've been invited to the funeral anyway. Fucking family drama, nothing like it.
Other than that, I am tired, fucking over uni, and spent a large chunk of last night locked in a bathroom with food poisoning. Everything hurts.
1) I started tattoo number 5 last week. A big tudor rose on the top of my left shoulder, with scottish thistles over my clavicle and shoulder blade, tied together with leaves of 1920's art deco curlice/ filagree. Outline and shading is done and it looks fucking amazing, I got back in 3 weeks for colour.
2) Uncle Chris finally lost his battle with cancer late Monday night. After close to 3 years of being terminal and in excruciating pain, I'm glad it's over. I am however rather annoyed that I found out through a status update on Facebook when I logged on on Tuesday. Or at least I was for a while, it's really not worth it. The funeral is in Brisbane tomorrow, about 7 hours before I land up there for a friends wedding. Not that I've been invited to the funeral anyway. Fucking family drama, nothing like it.
Other than that, I am tired, fucking over uni, and spent a large chunk of last night locked in a bathroom with food poisoning. Everything hurts.