found out last night that armstgon is laying of 450 people starting a week before christmas, closing the flooring plant. it kills me that a large part of my job is to basically cater to execs, etc. bothers me most of the time but especially now. just wrote a great menu for a special event for lockhart and his exec team, now i have to deal with those fuckers, and just swallow it. it's all bullshit. outsourcing, globalization, all starting right at home. fuck 'em.
stubby's on shippen is my favorite bar tho. hands down.
next friday i'm going alllll the way to moonwalkerz in hanover for ink. good artist, good deal, i know his work is incredible. it's a piece drawn but kurt vonnegut jr (my favorite aauthor of basically all time) from slaughterhouse five.
i eventually want to finish my lower stomach piece. it's kind of an ode to my granmothers and great grandmothers and hopefully eventually something for my parents as well over my womb. right now i have one of the three basic components done (a small pi sign for my one grandma)