jovana

home. the flight wasn't bad...popped a tylenol pm and slept the entire way. got into seattle and immediatly and went and got my foot worked on for another 3 hours. this time it hurt. the first time wasn't nearly so bad but this time he fully covered that bit of ankle bone that pops out. oh sweet holy mother of todd! but now its beautiful....it turned out quite a bit bigger then i originally envisioned and its phenominal...i will defiantly post pics as soon as i get them, atom is such a great artist i really wish i was gonna be in town longer so he could start on the piece i want done on my innerleftarm. but i will be back out soonish so hopefully we can start sometime this summer. i love looking at my body and seeing such beautiful artwork, i am amazed and wonderously happy every time i stare at my coloured feet. /end overylygiddynewttoojovana. today i also got to talk to brent after he was gone for 3 days on his retreat! but i am glad (no not just glad but fantasticly happy) that it went so well for him. i want nothing more then to see the people i care about happy and hearing the change in his voice and his outlook after this weekend was more then i could have asked for. *swoon*. today also turned good bondingwithjason time. we watched a few movies - entrapment (mmm, sean connery), darkness falls (dull), and my margret cho standup (laughed so hard i almosty pissed myself). we (ok, mostly i) also consumed large ammounts of cadbury creme eggs and other contraband food items. my ass is not gonna be happy with me, i need to get back down to a 2 and this is not the way to go about doing it. *rubs tummywubba* meh. on a lighter note, i won all of my brand new bondage gear fron northboundleather.com that i bid for on ebay. yay for new restraint tools to enjoy with my new giant iron bed. (not to mention the cheerleader outfit and brownie girlscout uniform which i also aquired....such a bad bad little girl....mmmmm) i feel slightly dirty knowing i am using my grandmothers credit card to purchase bondage gear and outfits to suit my rollplaying fetish. (its kind of that same dirty feeling you get when you are driving along on a family outing and in your boredom you start to fantasize and you get that yummy, tingly, hot n 'bothered feeling when all of a sudden your dad asks "why are you smiling?") it also makes me fear for the day when my grandma actualy checks her monthly statement for my card. the last time she did that 2 years ago i had to explain why exactly i ordered several litres of 1,4,b from an "online cleaning supply" vendor. but luckily in her old age she rarely actually checks up on such things. (either that or she tries to pretend that her darling granddaughter orders several hundreds of dollars in clothing, not lingerie, from victorias secret every month and that toys in babeland is just where she shops for presents for her little siblings.) but enough of my blatherings...i'm mostly just tired, but not sleepy, and on the strangest sleep schedal of all time....