fuckin shitty fucked up worthless god damn job. it is the WORST fuckin place in the world but i can't quit because i need the money. all fuckin day long my boss is buggin me about shit. whatever happened to just shutting the fuck up and doing your job and going home?! i start everyday at 5 in the morning, too. how fucked up is that? i'm over here trying to go to bed at 7:30 and i can hear kids still outside playing in the fuckin street! now they put cameras outside all of the doors so they can tell if people are taking too many smoke breaks. what am i, fuckin ten years old?

it's official; i have scheduled my next tattoo appointment. this piece will go on my right thigh. it is a tribute, in a way, to my chidhood. the only thing i would do as a young child was read comics. i didn't want to go outside. i didnt want to play video games. i didnt want to see other kids. all i wanted to do was read comics. what was my comic book of choice? what else, but TANK GIRL? my brother introduced me to the (at the time) few year old comic. "this is all i need in life", i remember thinking. the art, the story, it was all gold to me. plus it showed boobs! i will be getting a TANK GIRL pic. robbed straight from my old comics tattooed on me next friday. send me a message if you are interested in more about the piece. this shall be my most proud moment, help me enjoy it by sending your thoughts/suggestions/comments, etc.

when will i escape this snowy mess???!!! i cant even go to the god-damn store right now cause i have to wait till they plow the parking lot. somebody come save me!!!!!!!

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