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My dwarf scorpion escaped. She's in the apartment somewhere, I'm sure. AWESOME. Like I'm ever going to be able to locate a 1" brown scorpion in here. She apparently squeezed through the air vents in her Kritter Keeper. Did I mention she's heavily preggers? And has a constant supply of crickets because some ALWAYS manage to escape? Yep, assuming the cats don't get her, she could live in here comfortably for the duration of her lifespan. Super.
The cats tried to release my Dallas brown tarantula again too. Luckily the lid stayed on her enclosure this time when they knocked it off the shelf. She was loose in my old apartment for 2 weeks once before I found her. One hour before my mother arrived for a visit.

This is why I don't keep anything highly venomous.

I got my tattoo shaded finally. Pictures to come when it stops being all peely and gross. It's still not finished though, I will go in for a touchup and to add white highlights. Some areas are so light grey at the moment that they'll almost certainly fade off as soon as I go out in the sun and have to be redone. Luckily, I am rarely in the sun, so after the touchup we'll probably be good for a long while.

I was doing good distracting myself from that one guy. I have a new romantic interest, and am putting serious effort into banging my ex's identical twin brother (those two things being completely unrelated)... went and hung out with those two recently and had a blast, BTW. It was a rare opportunity, since the ex was only around for the holidays and normally lives in Boston. Anyway, like I said, I was doing good, but then he has a rough day and starts venting to me and I get this.

My immediate reaction is "I wish he wouldn't say things like that..." but I know I don't mean it. Worst part is that's not some line, it's just a stream of consciousness.

I'm somewhat worried about him actually. He has been acting a little off lately. Something is bothering him and he's trying not to let on. I'm going to try to get him to talk about it, because I am nosy, but also because I think he needs to. I wish he wouldn't hesitate to talk to me about life's unpleasantries -- I mean, if not to listen to you bitch, what are friends for?

But, the new boy is back in town now, and we're going to try to get together this weekend. Hopefully he'll be up to do a lot of distracting