I've given Tom a deadline of 12 months to finish my Goblin wings.
He's confident he'll find the time.
To emphasize the point, this Friday I'll be going in for my second 6-hour sitting in a 12-day timespan. Hopefully - key word there - this'll see me finished with my upper back. We'll be roughly 70 hours into the tattoo by then. I was hoping for 100-hours maximum... yeah, gonan be a tad bit longer'n that, I'm 'fraid. I'm tremendously excited to see what the man has in store for my lower flight feathers.
When I originally said, "Tengu wings!", Tom got hisself all manner of excitimicated. I told 'im that, while Tengu wings're normally jet black (think like a crow's) or white (think "mental ward"), I knew mine'd hafta be blood red. Fits so very, very well with my personality. No complaints from the artist.
Other'n that, I've been giving the man a lot of leeway with the design. So, again, it'll be interesting (I'm dying!!!) to see what it is he's got planned for my lower-half.
Haven't had any rib work done yet. That part should be fun.
Anyways.
Second freebie concert in as many weeks as well. My pusswad friends keep bailing on concerts, after they've already purchased tickets. So, the drunky winds up getting to attend free shows. Tonight is Rattler at the Rock & Roll Hotel in D.C. Last week it was Edguy at Jaxx. Both incredibly good bands.
...Balch should be here in a matter of minutes to pick me arse up.
... I'm drunk.
Mead.
Homebrew.
Extremely alcoholic.
Tengu's inebriated in the brains.
I need to get back in the habit of writing more for pleasure. I should also get back inna habit of reading more for pleasure. Been meaning to finish my P.K. Dick obsession, and turn my sights once again to my Sir Arthur Conan Doyle collections, my Kipling first editions (suck it!), and maybe re-visit the worlds of Lovecraft and Lewis Carroll.
I also need to get laid again this century. Sad. So sad.
It's not that I miss the sex, persay. I just miss sleeping next to somebody. That's the part that bugs me. Sleeping alone for so long. Meh.
Okay! Rattler time, bitches.
G'night.
- 'gu
He's confident he'll find the time.
To emphasize the point, this Friday I'll be going in for my second 6-hour sitting in a 12-day timespan. Hopefully - key word there - this'll see me finished with my upper back. We'll be roughly 70 hours into the tattoo by then. I was hoping for 100-hours maximum... yeah, gonan be a tad bit longer'n that, I'm 'fraid. I'm tremendously excited to see what the man has in store for my lower flight feathers.
When I originally said, "Tengu wings!", Tom got hisself all manner of excitimicated. I told 'im that, while Tengu wings're normally jet black (think like a crow's) or white (think "mental ward"), I knew mine'd hafta be blood red. Fits so very, very well with my personality. No complaints from the artist.
Other'n that, I've been giving the man a lot of leeway with the design. So, again, it'll be interesting (I'm dying!!!) to see what it is he's got planned for my lower-half.
Haven't had any rib work done yet. That part should be fun.
Anyways.
Second freebie concert in as many weeks as well. My pusswad friends keep bailing on concerts, after they've already purchased tickets. So, the drunky winds up getting to attend free shows. Tonight is Rattler at the Rock & Roll Hotel in D.C. Last week it was Edguy at Jaxx. Both incredibly good bands.
...Balch should be here in a matter of minutes to pick me arse up.
... I'm drunk.
Mead.
Homebrew.
Extremely alcoholic.
Tengu's inebriated in the brains.
I need to get back in the habit of writing more for pleasure. I should also get back inna habit of reading more for pleasure. Been meaning to finish my P.K. Dick obsession, and turn my sights once again to my Sir Arthur Conan Doyle collections, my Kipling first editions (suck it!), and maybe re-visit the worlds of Lovecraft and Lewis Carroll.
I also need to get laid again this century. Sad. So sad.
It's not that I miss the sex, persay. I just miss sleeping next to somebody. That's the part that bugs me. Sleeping alone for so long. Meh.
Okay! Rattler time, bitches.
G'night.
- 'gu
giggles:
your wings are going to be so rad and red is a good color for you it matches your hair