Extra Crispy.
So, first, Happy Birthday stardust_ballad! Hope you had... have. A good one.
Whichever.
Onwards! It is now, Tuesday! Basically 7 days after my birthday. For my birthday, I got chocolate, more Matter things, a massive body pillow (I swear, body pillows are better then regular pillows) and a fan. There might've been more, but remembering now is about as possible as getting me to be nice after being asked a really stupid question. That was Friday.
Now, before I go onto Saturday, I had decided at the beginning of this month that I was going to get myself a birthday present. Something no one else could get me, because I thought of it first, and therefore, it was mine to spend my money on. So, on Saturday, after spending two weeks arguing with people, telling people off and generally ignoring some of the general comments from the people I associate with, I got my tattoo done.
I will say this though, for all of you pansies who have gotten a tattoo and bitched for hours that it hurt, you're either bluffing like hell or cry from paper cuts. That, did not hurt.
Several hours later, when everything settled down and the damn thing started to scab, that started to get irritating.
So, yes, I will post a picture at the end of all this. It's on my left shoulder, back. Well, tehcnically I was supposed to get it in the center of my back, but, pfft, since when do I ever do things exactly as I plan them?! Seriously.
So I spent Sunday sitting around doing nothing, because I have to wear a tank top or risk getting polysporin all over everything. And at minus anything degrees, you do not want to go out in a tank top. Monday, I went to my parents and dominated the television, but once more, I did absolutely fuck all.
Today, I got my present from my parents. A DVD Player. Which, seriously rocks. Now, I am no longer trapped watching everything on my computer. If I have to run all my stupid scans to figure out what the hell is going on with this crappy piece of worthlessness, I'm not stuck having to leave the appartment. Which, is a win.
My younger sisters are still pestering my parents for the chance to go buy my presents, since they were not able to before. This, amuses me, but it does mean there is the chance of me posting once more this week.
Even higher chance of me posting is if I finally get some fucking cheesecake.
I want cheesecake.
I, am bored now. So, yes, photo.
There, now.
Toodles.
xx
Whichever.
Onwards! It is now, Tuesday! Basically 7 days after my birthday. For my birthday, I got chocolate, more Matter things, a massive body pillow (I swear, body pillows are better then regular pillows) and a fan. There might've been more, but remembering now is about as possible as getting me to be nice after being asked a really stupid question. That was Friday.
Now, before I go onto Saturday, I had decided at the beginning of this month that I was going to get myself a birthday present. Something no one else could get me, because I thought of it first, and therefore, it was mine to spend my money on. So, on Saturday, after spending two weeks arguing with people, telling people off and generally ignoring some of the general comments from the people I associate with, I got my tattoo done.
I will say this though, for all of you pansies who have gotten a tattoo and bitched for hours that it hurt, you're either bluffing like hell or cry from paper cuts. That, did not hurt.
Several hours later, when everything settled down and the damn thing started to scab, that started to get irritating.
So, yes, I will post a picture at the end of all this. It's on my left shoulder, back. Well, tehcnically I was supposed to get it in the center of my back, but, pfft, since when do I ever do things exactly as I plan them?! Seriously.
So I spent Sunday sitting around doing nothing, because I have to wear a tank top or risk getting polysporin all over everything. And at minus anything degrees, you do not want to go out in a tank top. Monday, I went to my parents and dominated the television, but once more, I did absolutely fuck all.
Today, I got my present from my parents. A DVD Player. Which, seriously rocks. Now, I am no longer trapped watching everything on my computer. If I have to run all my stupid scans to figure out what the hell is going on with this crappy piece of worthlessness, I'm not stuck having to leave the appartment. Which, is a win.
My younger sisters are still pestering my parents for the chance to go buy my presents, since they were not able to before. This, amuses me, but it does mean there is the chance of me posting once more this week.
Even higher chance of me posting is if I finally get some fucking cheesecake.
I want cheesecake.
I, am bored now. So, yes, photo.
There, now.
Toodles.
xx