tegan

so, the other day fase, dusty, carlos and i all went down to O.C and got tattooed. i covered the snowflakes on my right wrist with this :



i will get new snowflakes somewhere else but there was no way that i could incorperate the banner into what i already had. not to mention people were constantly asking me if my snowflakes were a stamp from a bar that i went to. dan under tattooed me... i love it when aussies say tattoo... (tah-doo). cute.

i also got the little dots under my left eye touched up. finally people will stop rubbing the 'dirt' off my face. i aquired a nick name AND a gang symbol from those 2 dots. vida lokes... vida lokes... claudia doesn't think she needs to tattoo her face to prove her friendship but carlos does. and so the gang starts here.

last week sometime we went to target and found a half dead baby pigeon in the parking garage just laying half limp in a parking spot. carlos felt it was neccessary to save this dying bird, or at least take it out of the pile of its own feces it was sitting in. of course, the first thing carlos found to put this bird in was a KFC box. it was sad but how can you not see the humor in that? another pigeon saved...

i found out today that aparenlty i am not covered by my dads insurance anymore. aparently that all ended at 18. i have no idea what the hell that is all about... now when i go home in august i have to PAY to fix my fucking teeth. seriously canada, your getting just as bad as the states with this whole paying for health care buisness. whats next, papsmear's are going to cost 100$ a shot? fucking bullshit. we might as well just merge and be one country, maybe then there'd be a re-vote for a new presi-minister.


so i haven't worked in quite a while but alas, i got the phone call and i have work tomorrow. thank god. this whole me not doing anything all day thing is not awesome at all. i do beleive im starting to go stir crazy.

horsecock took me out for dinner the last night. sushi, it was lovely... though the service was slow. i looked like a heaping pile of shit with my ripped, faded black jeans and my somewhat loose but very old quiet riot shirt on... i thought that might be the reason as to why our service was such shyte but aparenlty she was slow at all the tables.

last night went to some 'birthday/gemini' party thing looking pretty awesome. carlos in the leapoard print mini skirt, claudia in the little red dress and me in:



its been a long time since i got all shnazzed up like that so it was fun but i dont think theres anything more satisfying than taking OFF the skirt and heels and returning to the regular pants. carlos was definitely on a rampage last night and trying to beat people up at every given opportunity. always a hoot that carlos. awe geez.

it was my little sisters birthday on saturday so i made her an mp3 of me singing 'heavan is a place on earth' but replacing those words with 'happy birthday amanda, how does it feel to be 11'.

alright... its movie night and we're all being fag's on our computers.

the end.

xo.
t.

chicken strip... bad, bad name.