shinracorp

This is the bitch blog.

so last night i was on my way to a bday party in lowell. i was almost to my friends house when my tattoo artist calls me and says that they new shop opening is last night and that he prick magazine and tattoo magazine were gonna be there and they wanted to photograph my arm piece. this was aboutttttttt 730 and the thing started at 8. so im debating do i ditch my friends bday party which i had made an obligation for or do i go to the tattoo thing? i get to my friends and show them some funny crap online and they say that they dont blame me if i go to the shop opening. so as im about to head out, by accident i spill a couple swigs of beer on my friends laptop and fry. now i feel like a huge dick. ugggggggggg. so we all walk out of his appt together and they were going one way and i was going the other. they leave while i make a few phone calls. go to start my car, batt is dead. since i dont want to ruin their good time i call AAA. wait for them and by the time all this goes down its about 930. if i left them i wouldnt get to the shop till about 11 and the photog guys would be gone so i decide to meet the guys at the bar. it was a blah night, everyone was on edge. my friend whos bday it is gets kicked out of the bar, and on the way home my other friend starts puking everywhere. we get him into the appt. he passes out on the bathroom floor so i had to carry him to bed. goodnight world.

this morning on the way home, a seagull flew into my damn car! no damage thank god, i cant afford that shit.

so now i feel like a dick cuz i couldnt get to the shop opening. my artist loves my piece and i think i let him down. the night sucked royally. i think im gonna go back to bed now.

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