the_monster

so time for a brief update. the last few days were busy with work and a few lunches and such with some friends i have been reconnecting with. anyways, it has been an odd week. so friday night i worked till almost 1. i normally only work till 10. but to help out my boss i agreed to work until midnight, well actually i agreed to work more for the overtime pay then to help my boss but still. so midnight rolls around and the guy who is supposed to relieve me doesn't show up. at 12:30 he calls and tells me he's on his way like it's no big deal, at 1 he shows up says hi and runs off to some other corner of the house, what the fuck. i was already pissed i was working till midnight 'cause earlier that day i found out johnny carlevale was playing vincent's but i figured i could swing by at midnight an catch a bit of the show. but no, this kid fucks me. so i go home and make a few drinks. suddenly all i want is a pickle, a nice crunchy whole dill pickle. what the fuck? i don't even like pickles, but yet i have this horrible need to eat a pickle. i start wonder if i was pregnant, then remembered that's not exactly possible as a. i have a penis and b. i haven't had sex with anyone but my right hand (well maybe a few times with the left) in the past few months. so i decided the only cure is to go to sleep. i wake up the next morning at 7 and still want nothing but a god damn pickle. i drag my ass out of bed, go buy a jar of pickles, and have since eaten about half a jar mount olives kosher dill pickles. apparently i know like pickles.
in other more exciting news i just made an appointment to get tattooed. i went to unholy grail to set up an appointment with whoever, because everyone there is amazing. i ended up talking to hector cedillo who set me up and appointment for march 21st, i'll actually be getting tattooed at the mass tattoo convention. it'll be a nice custom piece based off of some artwork i brought him. i'm pretty excited.