So, I figure I'll tell you folks what happening...

Over a year ago, I noticed a weird lump on my dogs lower stomache and I took her in to the vet. Turns out that it was breast cancer, and I had it removed. The vet said it was all good, and shouldn't come back. He even removed some tissue around the tumor just to make sure.

Then, yesterday, I was rubbing my dog's chest and I felt a lump. Just like the last time. And I called the vet and told them that I don't get paid til next week, but if they feel I should bring her in immediately, I can get emergency money from somewhere. He said that it should be fine and nothing should change before next week.

Today, I felt another lump. It's located somewhat near her armpit. I am sufficiently freaked out, as this dog is my baby and I lost my mother to cancer. Sometimes I even felt that the dog had some of my mom's spirit... ya know? Oh, it's crazy. I'm really sad, and I'm waiting til my ex gets online (as she is both of our dog) to see what he suggests.






[Update]
Donations were suggested and although I would feel crappy about recieving them, I know it will be expensive. So if you want to, feel free. And if you don't want to, that's super cool too.

I was in line at the grocery and I saw a wrinkled up old man with these huge hearing aids, and this smudgy old tattoo on his forearm. It was a black & white outline of a Hawaiian pin-up girl in a grass skirt. So when he smiled at me, I told him that I loved his tattoo. He got this cute little grin on his face and said "I got this in 1943 when I served at Pearl Harbor. I was in the Navy! I was 18 years old, let me tell you.". It was the sweetest thing. I swear, I just wanted to put him in my purse and take him home with me. I hope that doesn't seem condescending, because I have total respect for a man who served in WW2, but this guy was adorable. And he poked me on the shoulder every time he said something, just to emphasize his point.

After a few minutes of standing in line, he turned to me randomly, poked my shoulder and told me about how one day a "Jap" in a bomber plane came right down toward him and then flew away. He said he was surprised he didn't get bombed, and so after he cam home he started "serving the Lord" and still does.

After a few more minutes, he looked up at me and smiled and said "You know what? You look just like the girl I dreamt about last night." And I said "Oh really? What happened?", and he told me that she drove him around in her car and gave him her phone number. "Then I just woke up!" he said.



It was the best thing, I swear I don't think anything could ruin my mood.

Thanks for all the birthday wishes~ I love you folks.

And now, a funny story.
Appearantly I was hit on. It is unusual to me, and I didn't recognize it at first.

I'm sitting at this bar, minding my own business, with HugZombie, Hippie Jesus, and a few other folks... and this guy walks up to me with an open beer and says "I saw you were drinking Newcastle, I have this extra one and I thought you might like it". And, if I knew he was hitting on me, I may have been nicer, but I told him "No, it's open. Plus I probably won't finish the one I have". And when he walked away, everyone went on about how I crushed his spirit. And him and his friends kept looking over.
First of all, I really didn't know he was hitting on me. Even writing this, I'm like "Maybe he just had an extra beer... that was a different brand than the beer he and any of his friends were drinking..."
Second, you don't offer people open drinks. Seriously, I am paranoid, but I know you don't accept open drinks. I know people who would back me up on this, effing GHB.
Third, he was wearing all camoflauge.


So, I guess I'm a major bitch. It was accidental. But afterwards, I felt like I looked hot lol.

It's my birthday

So HZ and I got our bro-tats last night. Hers on her foot and mine behind my ear.


Other than that, I am living on her couch, in her mother's house, with her brother, his girlfriend, and a total of six cats... one of which is attacking my leg as we speak.


I ithink I'm gonna go shower and head to my Chilibean's house. I know we aren't a couple anymore, but I am going to miss him so much.

So I got my tattoo fixed last night. I dig it. I'm not in love with it, but it's a giant improvement to what was there. I'll post pictures once I regain my own personal internets. Thanks for everyone's advice. There was only one seemingly rude comment and it's whatever. I'm not gonna trip about it.


In other news, I have to wake up at like 3:30am tomorrow to drive to Oregon. The Oregon part was my choice, but the ungodly hour that I am waking up is because my grandmother thought it would be good to get an early start and I didn't feel like picking a fight with her over something so trivial. Especially when I'm about to move across the country. So... I have a bunch of Monster energy drinks. Hopefully I won't crash.

14 days til HugZombie and I begin our trek to Ohio. We're thinking about stopping to see fun stuff like a tree made of shoes, a giant ball of twine and the world's largest ball of postage stamps. Anything or anyone interesting on the way?

So, about 6 months ago I got a background added to mmy mom's memorial tat. I hate the background, it looks like vomit, just glancing at my ankle pisses me off. But it can't be covered because the green is nasty and dark.

So, I have to work around it or pay like 800$ to get it lightened enough to do a different background.

I came up with this as a solution, what are your thoughts?

BEFORE:


AFTER: (potentally)


I donno if it's awesome or anything, but it doesn't make me want to scratch someone's eyes out like the original does...

[editted to say:]
The guy had previously done a kickass tattoo on me, and I loved it so I went back to him for this. However, he did not give me what I asked for with this tattoo.

I had some crazy dream last night. It was mostly pervy. It involved me and lots of cute boys. One was my ex boyfriend, one was the guy from the middleman, and one was this guy Pat from ....my past... Anyway, my ex and I had just broken up, and so I started fighting crime and stuff with "M", but then our boss was like "I can tell you guys have the hots for each other, so you should go out on a date". Then we did. And I got together with him, and it was awesome. Then I woke up to pee, and came bed to bed going "I hope this dream continues" and basically tried to force myself to dream some more about the Middleman guy cuz he's hot. Instead, I dreamed that HugZombie and I were walking around town, and ran into this supercute guy, and I went to introduce myself to him, and he already knew who I was. Cuz it was Pat. Which I knew before I introduced mjyself to him, but I didn't wanna seem creepy. So I was like "Wow, you look so different. Aren't you glad you don't look 19 anymore" hahaha. And then HZ told him that I think he's super hot and embarrassed the crap out of me. But it worked cuz he said something flirty about thinking about me, before he walked off to his previous plan er whatever. Then I walked away somewhere, and saw HZ walking all drunk leaning on Pat and some other guy, walking towards me and "M" secret fortress, and my ex was there with "M" helping him move furniture or something. And I freaked out and was like "I can't deal with all of you at once!" and stormed off.Then my ex said something about how I always walk abway from my problems...



You didn't have to read that. It was weird.


But dude, the middle man = HOT