I know i have things I was going to say but have promtply forgotten them because I did not have the foresight to write them on my hand like a smart Krys would.
I'm sort of just playing catch-up this week. Re-organizing my fridge which is filled with food i may or may not be able to eat before it goes bad, courtesy of the parental units who were in this weekend. Also courtesy of them is a new microwave. Apparently it's bad when all of the inner coating on a microwave chips and flakes off so you're left with pure radioactive goodness. pff.
Paid rent, bills (of which there were many. Damn laptop costing money and shit). Also just finished throwing out a ton of rough sketches i went through for last week's tattoos. While I was at it, i decided to give my workspace the once over. s'now clean and organized. Makes sense. Not much point in telling clients all about our spiffy sterilization procedures when the tv they're watching has an inch of dust on it.
Lastly, do you know what a good way to freak out your daughter at 4:00 in the morning is? Clean the rabbit (that we had for supper) in the bathroom sink, so that when she goes to brush her teeth before going to bed the sink won't drain. Then, when she grabs the tweezers to pull up whatever's blocking the drain, she pulls out a fucking HEART. Damn thing wasn't even cooked. Bloody (really, not just british slang bloody) thing was all squishy and shit.
I'm sort of just playing catch-up this week. Re-organizing my fridge which is filled with food i may or may not be able to eat before it goes bad, courtesy of the parental units who were in this weekend. Also courtesy of them is a new microwave. Apparently it's bad when all of the inner coating on a microwave chips and flakes off so you're left with pure radioactive goodness. pff.
Paid rent, bills (of which there were many. Damn laptop costing money and shit). Also just finished throwing out a ton of rough sketches i went through for last week's tattoos. While I was at it, i decided to give my workspace the once over. s'now clean and organized. Makes sense. Not much point in telling clients all about our spiffy sterilization procedures when the tv they're watching has an inch of dust on it.
Lastly, do you know what a good way to freak out your daughter at 4:00 in the morning is? Clean the rabbit (that we had for supper) in the bathroom sink, so that when she goes to brush her teeth before going to bed the sink won't drain. Then, when she grabs the tweezers to pull up whatever's blocking the drain, she pulls out a fucking HEART. Damn thing wasn't even cooked. Bloody (really, not just british slang bloody) thing was all squishy and shit.
I would probably have a mental breakdown if I pulled a heart out of my sink... something tells me that it just wouldn't go over well with me!
heh.