My computer got fried by lightening AGAIN! This happened a couple of years ago too. I DO have a surge protector, but some of you already know this about me, lightening tends to strike very close to me very often. I don't know why. It's nerve-wracking sometimes. I have had so many strikes within feet of me that I can't even count how many times now. But anywho...
I'm back online for the time being.
I, of course missed everyone.
In good news, this last weekend I went to the Gem City Heart Attack tattoo convention. it was nice but super-small and admission was completely outrageous. I went on friday evening to check it out and immediately shot out texts to everyone I knew might come to let them know how much it cost to get in for the day and for the weekend. I think the admission should have come with complementary rape kit. I don't make very much money slingin' burritos ad I don't get out much, but it seemed steep even for the folks who have better means and who DO get out alot.I was hoping to meet up with PunkNiteMike and Elvis and others, but they, being much much more intelligent than myself, decided against flushing good cash down the loo and we decided to meet up later Saturday for Punk Nite Prom. I was under the impression that I was required to attend the con each day as the vice presidentress of the Gypsy Queens was coming and I was to be with her doing promotional junk. Even SHE didn't show. So I think I may be the only moron who actually paid for a weekend pass. Thankfully the gentleman running the show happened to dig my pink hair and gave me a decent break on admission. My hair makes it's own friends.Kinda kicks ass at times. I had set an appointment with TattooTech2 out of Huber Heights, Ohio for my friend Josh to get some work while they were at the convention, but Josh is a wishy washy wee bitch and backed out. I had told the artist that he might do that and if he did, I would take the appointment in his place. So as luck would have it, Saturday evening I got to poeple-watch while getting some downright hilariously gay ink on my arm to start my right arm sleeve. I will post pics of it when it's better healed and less crunchy.I do love it though and it was as if te artist, Steve, had artistic ESP or something. I had never worked with him before, had a vague last-minute description of what I wanted and he just whipped up a terrif drawing in a heartbeat! It was perfect for what I wanted. I have planned for my right sleeve to be all work that's very girly, some of it just feminine, some childish, but all very girly. Then my left sleeve will be just the oposite, all classic male inspired stuff. The entire idea came to me from seeing some fabric from little boys' 1950's pajama fabric, you know, with the cowboys and indians and fat rockets and cool-ass atoms and such. Since that was the inspiration for my left it occured to me that having the right be girly fit perfectly in with my personality. Kindof an artistic celebration of my finally being comfortable and happy in my bisexuality and able to express it in any way I choose. THAT was probably entirely too much explanation and babbling, my bad, I digest.......
My point was that I got the piece and it's beyond fabulous to begin the entire project. It's on my right upper arm and really big for the paltry price I paid for it (another reason Steve rules like no other) A giant cupcake, fluffy frosting and chocolate sprinkles and all, flying banners and a sweet peppermint candy with amazing hot pink stars all about. It's placed well to continue the work down my arm and to also provide working space above for the peacock that will cover my shoulder one day. I think it's an understatement to say I am very pleased with it. So it took about two hours, of which my most kickass boyfriend Tommy sat and waited for me. This is really saying something, because of Tommy's completely trashed bones and disks in his back, sitting ANYWHERE for that period of time is nothing short of him being in drastic pain and needing to take extra pain medication and nothing short of just him spoiling me rotton!
After that we came home and rested for about an hour then it was off to Punk Nite Prom! I have een looking forward to it all year ad it was a great time. It's always good to get out to a Punk Nite, but when loverly folks from our beloved SG show up as well, well that's just an event times ten! You must understand that Dayton, Ohio is not a big city. It gets to be smaller and smaller the more poeple I meet. If I could have slowed down time that night just to have the opportunity to really sit and talk with everyone I knew and really let them know how much I enjoyed being with them it would have been perfect. Instead I felt a bit bomberded by just the number of people I needed to say hi to. It's not that I am popular or anything, christ it's not like high school or anything. It's simply that I had posted flyers at work and invited poeple from all parts of my life and to my great surprise, they showed up! Always so strange to get out and party with people you consider your superiors in the work place. Even weirder when THEY are the ONES trying to get to ME to say hi. it was flattering to say the least. Unfortunately I have the type of personality that just can't say to someone, "Hey, I'm sorry but I've only met you a couple of times and don't really know you very well. You are monopolising my time and I would prefer to go mingle and be able to spend time with some folks I know alot better than you." That's what I should have done as there was one guy that I have met a few times but don't know very well that just seemed to glom onto me and not let go. Looking back, I felt like he cheated me out of some of the time I could have spent giggling it up with Elvis or at least making out with Jenny Mac would have been an improvement. I know that I must have seemed distant to some people, but that dude really did suck alot of the mojo out of me. I was already pretty exhausted from the day and was just at the end of a flu or pneumonia or some awful crap that I had een trying to shake for weeks, so I guess that could explain alot of my lack of energy for the night and lack of patience with old boy.He's not a bad guy, just tends to drink too much and become a seriously CLOSE TALKER. I sometimes wish I could be more like my BFF
HappyLittleBitch who told him within five minutes of meeting him that she didn't like him and walked away. I worry entirely too much about wether people will think I'm nice. BFF just lays it out there, and let's it sort itself out. I'm jealous of that.
The point of this particular rant was that I did have a wonderful time at prom and honestly wish I could have spent more time with everyone.
I think that's it for now. Thrilled to be back. Gimme some damn love bitches.
Pammy
I'm back online for the time being.
I, of course missed everyone.
In good news, this last weekend I went to the Gem City Heart Attack tattoo convention. it was nice but super-small and admission was completely outrageous. I went on friday evening to check it out and immediately shot out texts to everyone I knew might come to let them know how much it cost to get in for the day and for the weekend. I think the admission should have come with complementary rape kit. I don't make very much money slingin' burritos ad I don't get out much, but it seemed steep even for the folks who have better means and who DO get out alot.I was hoping to meet up with PunkNiteMike and Elvis and others, but they, being much much more intelligent than myself, decided against flushing good cash down the loo and we decided to meet up later Saturday for Punk Nite Prom. I was under the impression that I was required to attend the con each day as the vice presidentress of the Gypsy Queens was coming and I was to be with her doing promotional junk. Even SHE didn't show. So I think I may be the only moron who actually paid for a weekend pass. Thankfully the gentleman running the show happened to dig my pink hair and gave me a decent break on admission. My hair makes it's own friends.Kinda kicks ass at times. I had set an appointment with TattooTech2 out of Huber Heights, Ohio for my friend Josh to get some work while they were at the convention, but Josh is a wishy washy wee bitch and backed out. I had told the artist that he might do that and if he did, I would take the appointment in his place. So as luck would have it, Saturday evening I got to poeple-watch while getting some downright hilariously gay ink on my arm to start my right arm sleeve. I will post pics of it when it's better healed and less crunchy.I do love it though and it was as if te artist, Steve, had artistic ESP or something. I had never worked with him before, had a vague last-minute description of what I wanted and he just whipped up a terrif drawing in a heartbeat! It was perfect for what I wanted. I have planned for my right sleeve to be all work that's very girly, some of it just feminine, some childish, but all very girly. Then my left sleeve will be just the oposite, all classic male inspired stuff. The entire idea came to me from seeing some fabric from little boys' 1950's pajama fabric, you know, with the cowboys and indians and fat rockets and cool-ass atoms and such. Since that was the inspiration for my left it occured to me that having the right be girly fit perfectly in with my personality. Kindof an artistic celebration of my finally being comfortable and happy in my bisexuality and able to express it in any way I choose. THAT was probably entirely too much explanation and babbling, my bad, I digest.......
My point was that I got the piece and it's beyond fabulous to begin the entire project. It's on my right upper arm and really big for the paltry price I paid for it (another reason Steve rules like no other) A giant cupcake, fluffy frosting and chocolate sprinkles and all, flying banners and a sweet peppermint candy with amazing hot pink stars all about. It's placed well to continue the work down my arm and to also provide working space above for the peacock that will cover my shoulder one day. I think it's an understatement to say I am very pleased with it. So it took about two hours, of which my most kickass boyfriend Tommy sat and waited for me. This is really saying something, because of Tommy's completely trashed bones and disks in his back, sitting ANYWHERE for that period of time is nothing short of him being in drastic pain and needing to take extra pain medication and nothing short of just him spoiling me rotton!
After that we came home and rested for about an hour then it was off to Punk Nite Prom! I have een looking forward to it all year ad it was a great time. It's always good to get out to a Punk Nite, but when loverly folks from our beloved SG show up as well, well that's just an event times ten! You must understand that Dayton, Ohio is not a big city. It gets to be smaller and smaller the more poeple I meet. If I could have slowed down time that night just to have the opportunity to really sit and talk with everyone I knew and really let them know how much I enjoyed being with them it would have been perfect. Instead I felt a bit bomberded by just the number of people I needed to say hi to. It's not that I am popular or anything, christ it's not like high school or anything. It's simply that I had posted flyers at work and invited poeple from all parts of my life and to my great surprise, they showed up! Always so strange to get out and party with people you consider your superiors in the work place. Even weirder when THEY are the ONES trying to get to ME to say hi. it was flattering to say the least. Unfortunately I have the type of personality that just can't say to someone, "Hey, I'm sorry but I've only met you a couple of times and don't really know you very well. You are monopolising my time and I would prefer to go mingle and be able to spend time with some folks I know alot better than you." That's what I should have done as there was one guy that I have met a few times but don't know very well that just seemed to glom onto me and not let go. Looking back, I felt like he cheated me out of some of the time I could have spent giggling it up with Elvis or at least making out with Jenny Mac would have been an improvement. I know that I must have seemed distant to some people, but that dude really did suck alot of the mojo out of me. I was already pretty exhausted from the day and was just at the end of a flu or pneumonia or some awful crap that I had een trying to shake for weeks, so I guess that could explain alot of my lack of energy for the night and lack of patience with old boy.He's not a bad guy, just tends to drink too much and become a seriously CLOSE TALKER. I sometimes wish I could be more like my BFF
HappyLittleBitch who told him within five minutes of meeting him that she didn't like him and walked away. I worry entirely too much about wether people will think I'm nice. BFF just lays it out there, and let's it sort itself out. I'm jealous of that.
The point of this particular rant was that I did have a wonderful time at prom and honestly wish I could have spent more time with everyone.
I think that's it for now. Thrilled to be back. Gimme some damn love bitches.
Pammy
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call me tomorrow about Hell city *kisses*