Tattoo Tuesday
I fell asleep at work... proof that I need more sleep.
At 5:30 I started pondering the whole tattoo issue. With my mom's approval, I headed out to change my life. D came with me to Greenman Studio's in West Hartford. I knew what I wanted, but needles are my nemeses.
We sat in the shop for 15 minutes while I mustered up the courage to go through with it. Finally, I signed the waiver. I'm supposed to be impulsive and spontaneous... gotta stay true to that.
Let it be known, I'm a baby. I screamed, cringed, and made disgusting faces during the entire process. It was a new kind of pain... I can't describe it, not pleasant, but not horrible. Screw people who say "its nothing." Its SOMEthing, that's for sure. The end result: Vivat crescat floreat... across my lower back. Latin.. meaning, "She may live, grow, and flourish." $80 bill. I'm happy and I'm sure I'll like it 2, 10, 20 years from now.
Afterwards, we met up with M for ice cream.
M and I have been "fighting" all night... over petty bullshit. He's jealous and thinks I haven't broken all ties with my past flings. Of course my dumbass mentioned that the guys he's bothered by will be at the concert tomorrow. He says he trusts me--he should--but he obviously has his doubts. He just broke up with me. "Keena... we don't have a relationship anymore."
I refuse to believe it. My heart wants to beg him to take it back... but I can't let myself. So, I wonder who will call first.
At 5:30 I started pondering the whole tattoo issue. With my mom's approval, I headed out to change my life. D came with me to Greenman Studio's in West Hartford. I knew what I wanted, but needles are my nemeses.
We sat in the shop for 15 minutes while I mustered up the courage to go through with it. Finally, I signed the waiver. I'm supposed to be impulsive and spontaneous... gotta stay true to that.
Let it be known, I'm a baby. I screamed, cringed, and made disgusting faces during the entire process. It was a new kind of pain... I can't describe it, not pleasant, but not horrible. Screw people who say "its nothing." Its SOMEthing, that's for sure. The end result: Vivat crescat floreat... across my lower back. Latin.. meaning, "She may live, grow, and flourish." $80 bill. I'm happy and I'm sure I'll like it 2, 10, 20 years from now.
Afterwards, we met up with M for ice cream.
M and I have been "fighting" all night... over petty bullshit. He's jealous and thinks I haven't broken all ties with my past flings. Of course my dumbass mentioned that the guys he's bothered by will be at the concert tomorrow. He says he trusts me--he should--but he obviously has his doubts. He just broke up with me. "Keena... we don't have a relationship anymore."
I refuse to believe it. My heart wants to beg him to take it back... but I can't let myself. So, I wonder who will call first.