Eat my ass.
heehee!
I forgot.
On Friday I was hanging out at the tattoo shop and we got to talking about the 666 thing on my ass again and I convinced Nick (We were all blown out of our minds.) that I would let him tattoo 666 on my ass with pink ink.. So he sets up his booth and gets gloves on.. turns on the machine.. He then drew (With a purple surgical skin marker) a decent size 666 on my ass cheek. I was cackling like a fat little bruja... and then I told him I was just kidding.
So for that I got smacked on the ass every time I turned around. Randy got me good twice and it stung.. made me whimper a bit and I bit my cheek.
Anyhow, point is.. it was still on my ass Friday night at the show when I was at The Point.
I showed a few people.. but maybe few is an understatement..
Well, they've all seen my titties, I might as well flash my ass a few times for good measure.
Later on I remember my skirt being pulled down... but I dont know if that was the dirty old man I met on the street or someone at Niks house trying to see what they thought was an actual tattoo. Really, I'm not that dumb.. as funny as it would be to have such a retarded tattoo I just dont see myself ever putting.. the mark.. on my skin.
Man.. I also think that while at Niks I started crying.. and if I didnt I sure felt like I should have been.
That was no fun at all.
I guess I just worry that people wont always be there.. that things.. or life.. will drive them away from me... which really sucks because in the end I usually do fucked up things to make them leave.
Whatever, I'm at work now.. and it blows. I'm going to sew some dresses for Bonnies baby girls this week maybe. I found some REALLY cute fabric at Jo-Anns.
Oh yeah
I got a C in English.
A fucking C!?!!
Thats the first time since... like... ever.
Wow.
I cant complain though. I shuffled my feet through the entire course.
I forgot.
On Friday I was hanging out at the tattoo shop and we got to talking about the 666 thing on my ass again and I convinced Nick (We were all blown out of our minds.) that I would let him tattoo 666 on my ass with pink ink.. So he sets up his booth and gets gloves on.. turns on the machine.. He then drew (With a purple surgical skin marker) a decent size 666 on my ass cheek. I was cackling like a fat little bruja... and then I told him I was just kidding.
So for that I got smacked on the ass every time I turned around. Randy got me good twice and it stung.. made me whimper a bit and I bit my cheek.
Anyhow, point is.. it was still on my ass Friday night at the show when I was at The Point.
I showed a few people.. but maybe few is an understatement..
Well, they've all seen my titties, I might as well flash my ass a few times for good measure.
Later on I remember my skirt being pulled down... but I dont know if that was the dirty old man I met on the street or someone at Niks house trying to see what they thought was an actual tattoo. Really, I'm not that dumb.. as funny as it would be to have such a retarded tattoo I just dont see myself ever putting.. the mark.. on my skin.
Man.. I also think that while at Niks I started crying.. and if I didnt I sure felt like I should have been.
That was no fun at all.
I guess I just worry that people wont always be there.. that things.. or life.. will drive them away from me... which really sucks because in the end I usually do fucked up things to make them leave.
Whatever, I'm at work now.. and it blows. I'm going to sew some dresses for Bonnies baby girls this week maybe. I found some REALLY cute fabric at Jo-Anns.
Oh yeah
I got a C in English.
A fucking C!?!!
Thats the first time since... like... ever.
Wow.
I cant complain though. I shuffled my feet through the entire course.