crymsin

Ok, so it's time for a journal a little less...devastatingly disappointed. On that front, I'm pretty ok. I kind of want him to feel bad for what he's done, but I'm surely not going to condescend to tell him a damn thing about the way that I feel. If I were left with the impression that he wanted to know, that would be one thing, but I think he just wants to ignore that he hurt me. I shouldn't let him, but it's not worth the effort to torture him with the truth because sometimes talking to him is really like talking to a brick wall.

In other news, my cell phone pretty much committed suicide last night. It's been on it's last legs for awhile, and last night it fell out of my pocket and hit the floor. The monitor on the front and the back are completely dead and the ear-piece doesn't work anymore. So. My phone is destroyed and I don't have the money for a new one at all. I need to go in and see when my upgrade is showing up because I can't remember. It's almost May, so I think I should be due pretty soon. So honestly, if I can find some crappo phone that someone isn't using until then, I should be fine. I'm more pissed off about losing all my fucking pictures and shit...I think the really important ones are in my album online anyway...

AND!!!! The chest piece starts tomorrow. I know that I should probably go buy a phone or something, but you know what? This piece isn't about having the money for new ink anyway. It's not about that at all. Plus I've got good numbers for the cost of the lines so it's not too bad. I'm excited. There will be pictures here right away. Like I'll probably still be standing in the shop when I take the first picture of it. I am SO pumped.