Three hours of tattooing today, and it looks fucking GREAT. I heart Ricky. It's all swollen and puffy and gross, but I'll post pictures as soon as it's not. But meanwhile--colors. Yay. I also got random insight into the mind of the guy from someone who's known him a wee bit longer than I have. It is always good when you like their friends. It's even better when you get tattooed by them.
I skipped kickboxing tonight for the appointment, and I feel lazy. Oh well.
I've got fresh comics to read. However, if the shop had its fucking way, I would not have found them. The new issues were buried on a top shelf, second row, behind a row of graphic novels. Now, I'm short, but I'm not that short, and I could barely see a bit of the title of one of the books I was looking for. I ended up blindly groping around until I hit the jackpot--DMZ and Desolation Jones. I commented that it was kind of hard to find the new books to the girl who rang me up, and she said "You'd be surpised, people will dig for them." Maybe some people will. I nearly walked out the door and the only reason I didn't was that my regular shop was closed already and I did NOT want to drive back to Savannah again the next day. And trust me--I will not bother going to that place again.
Very little annoys me more than rude uber-hip retail employees/waitstaff/bartenders. You don't know shit about me and my cool cred, and I don't give a fuck, because if you're lame enough to be rude to me off the bat just because my hair is long and not artfully fashion-mulleted and my tattoos are hidden under clothes, or just because you've got your art-school chip on your shoulder, than you fucking suck. The guy I'm seeing is tattooed from forehead to toe and used to be a body piercer and in hardcore bands, and basically has more scene cred than you, and he and I talk about relations between America and the Muslim world and how to properly punch someone in the face. And we sing along to Tori Amos, U2, Poison, and Hole.
The one thing that makes me not in any rush to move back to a big city is the idea of dealing on a regular basis with snotty scene kids.
Samuel Alito is the anti-christ. Have you harassed your Senator about this today?
I skipped kickboxing tonight for the appointment, and I feel lazy. Oh well.
I've got fresh comics to read. However, if the shop had its fucking way, I would not have found them. The new issues were buried on a top shelf, second row, behind a row of graphic novels. Now, I'm short, but I'm not that short, and I could barely see a bit of the title of one of the books I was looking for. I ended up blindly groping around until I hit the jackpot--DMZ and Desolation Jones. I commented that it was kind of hard to find the new books to the girl who rang me up, and she said "You'd be surpised, people will dig for them." Maybe some people will. I nearly walked out the door and the only reason I didn't was that my regular shop was closed already and I did NOT want to drive back to Savannah again the next day. And trust me--I will not bother going to that place again.
Very little annoys me more than rude uber-hip retail employees/waitstaff/bartenders. You don't know shit about me and my cool cred, and I don't give a fuck, because if you're lame enough to be rude to me off the bat just because my hair is long and not artfully fashion-mulleted and my tattoos are hidden under clothes, or just because you've got your art-school chip on your shoulder, than you fucking suck. The guy I'm seeing is tattooed from forehead to toe and used to be a body piercer and in hardcore bands, and basically has more scene cred than you, and he and I talk about relations between America and the Muslim world and how to properly punch someone in the face. And we sing along to Tori Amos, U2, Poison, and Hole.
The one thing that makes me not in any rush to move back to a big city is the idea of dealing on a regular basis with snotty scene kids.
Samuel Alito is the anti-christ. Have you harassed your Senator about this today?
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sapphic_plastic:
Yes, with the forthcoming confirmation of Samuel Alito it looks like Monreal is the only logical choice!
boundcreature:
hi, my name is sarah and i am never online when jordan is looking for me.