So, I'm like 99% talked into getting my nips pierced.
Still nervous.
I'll do it though.
I joined the piercing group and read all the comments about girls getting it done, I just hope I'm not one of that odd percentage whos doesn't heal right for a while or worse, gets rejected.
Gaaaah.

So, I'm looking forward to my big day out tomorrow, me, my co-worker and a girlfriend are taking a trip to Pittsburgh to go pick up weave for a client.
Lunch with the girls in Pittsburgh...Yaaay!
Not to mention how awkward that store is.
It'll be awesome.

Also, my boyfriend and a few of my friends booked our hotel room for Hell City.
Sooooo excited!!!

Oh, clients were such a pain in the ass today.
The first cut/color appointment I had cancled an hour before she was scheduled to be there, because she had better shit to do...So i tried to squeeze in another girl for a cut, and she cancled.
The guys cut I had, chose what time he wanted to show up. (Even though I gave him a set time.) Then became super picky and observant about his hair cut...he stared at himself for 20 minutes, then said it was good.
And the last girl of my nite(who had to wait on the guy to finish picking apart his haircut), was a complex color correction...I don't mind the challenge normally, but after that day...I was shot.

I needed to vent, so I went and got drunk with some friends after work.
I feel much better now.

Also...minimal tips from my asshole clients.
Aaaand I spent my last 20$ on booze.

Laaaaame!!

Gaaaaah!!!
I'm so head over heels in love with the Fight Club set.
Holy Hell.
Awesome girls
Awesome movie
Awesome book.

Love love love.

I'm trying to talk my co-worker into driving down to Colombus for the SG party Sunday...
Anyone else going?

I'm trying to have fun.

My Grandma gave me anti-biotics that she smuggled in from the Caribbean, because you don't need a prescription for them there.

Bad move Gram...
Bad move.

Lame. Lame. Lame.

I'm in a tattoo funk.
I was suppose to get tattooed by my friend/artist's girlfriend from California the week I went in for surgery, so I missed my shot at a really sweet tattoo, from a really badass chick.
So, now I'm in a hot seat waiting for another guest artist to come in, whom I forget his name, and havn't seen his shit.
I'm told it's awesome though.
I know where I want tattooed, just don't really care what it is.

And I'm going back and forth on the knuckle idea...*sigh*
Sometimes I see chicks with knuckle tattoos and they look badass,
but sometime's they look lame as fuck.

Along with those; I would appreciate a thigh to partial rib piece...
Feet, upper back...
As well as filling in my left arm with some type of filler
and finishing my all red jesus with something else.

Oh to dream...

Wow, I havn't written in this thing since winter.

In news:
I've had surgery.
I'm missing an organ.
I've got the worst cold of my life.
I'm ready to feel better.

I fucking never get sick...
Low and behold, within the same month, I get diagnosed with Appenicitis, have my appendix removed and get horribly sick with the cold/flu thing.

Subsequently, I've noticed that while I was bed-ridden those few weeks after surgery...
I should not...SHOULD NOT...have watched the Discovery Health channel.
Every pain or symptom I've had since I began watching that freaking channel, I assume will lead to certain death.
Bad move, Erika...Bad move.

Mine.
Can't wait.


I've recently developed this need for rustic looking leather accessories.
Boots.
Belts. (KYODT.com) <Amazingly addicted to.

Feel free to support this new addiction.

So, I'm already 100% over this winter season.
I hate it so much.
Isn't it about due for Spring to arrive? Jeeze.

I'm in this huge fit over what to do with my hair.
I want to chop it off, I don't.
I want to color it funky, I don't.
I want something different, however...I am certain on that much.

Boyfriend went back to college today...Boo!
I'm so glad I didn't go to a traditional secondary learning institute.
Beauty school suited me just fine.
I miss him dearly already.

I need females to hang out with still.
I'm unsuitable for a regular friendship with a girl, I'm beginning to accept that I will never have an extremely close female friend.
It blows.

Bitch, bitch, bitch.
Whine, whine, whine.
The life of Erika.

Happy New Years all you girls and boys in SG land!