We moved last month. Not to a different state or anything, just three miles down the road. I like it here, even though it's typical tan carpet/white walls. That's been the biggest adjustment - going from bright green walls and black carpet to...this. It's okay though. Our neighbor to the right is the coolest fucking chick ever. She owes me an onion.
Taxes are really fucking me this year. Over $1300 just to federal alone; $500 more than last year. Being self-employed is still better than being a faceless employee working my fingers to the bone only to be ignored. Regardless, I still miss spinning reels and running into projection tables for AMC, doing the same job as the four guys I worked with but making 50 cents less an hour (how funny!).
I think I forgot to mention my new tattoo on my left forearm. I got it a few months ago at my same old place. They replaced all the artists I knew with artists who doubled the prices. Nice. So I paid twice what I paid for the one on my right arm, though they're just about the same size. In addition, he didn't do a fantastic job and gave me horrible after-care advice. I followed it anyway, thinking hey it's been years since I got a tattoo, maybe the rules changed...they did not. It got so infected that my fingertips hurt all the time, so I did what my old artist had always told me to do. Lo and behold, it was all healed up in about five days. I like it though.
Having recently being rebitten by the modbug, a month later I got my right tragus pierced. I didn't go back to my same old shop, having felt ripped off and discarded by them. I went to the one by my house and fell in love with the piercer. He's amazingly gentle, well-informed and professional. It hurt more than I thought it would, and it bled. I've never had a piercing bleed before. I felt pretty hardcore when I wiped a fat stream of blood off the side of my face, though. I will go back there.
Finally, we adopted a kitty! Desprado was the only one at the house that was mine, and he came with us. But when I saw Twilight, it was love at first sight, and I knew she had to come home with me. We adopted her from Paws for Love. She's about a year old, and has already been a mommy. Her "family" abandoned her when they found out she was pregnant (they said she was thrown from a moving car, but I'm hoping that's an embellishment for the sake of garnering pity). She gave birth to four healthy kitten with her foster mom, was immediately spayed, and a month later, I found my way to her. She's cute as a fucking button and as sweet as double fudge ice cream. She purrs louder than I've ever heard in my 25 years around cats and likes to speak in purrs instead of just meowing. She plays all the time and tears through here like a bat out of hell when jazzed on catnip. I wish I could say she's getting along with Desprado, but it's been rough with lots of hissing and growling. They said she was good with other cats, so I didn't expect her to be so vicious and aggressive towards him. Things are starting to calm down now, and they can be in the same room as each other (supervised only) without any stalking even. Progress is progress.
Taxes are really fucking me this year. Over $1300 just to federal alone; $500 more than last year. Being self-employed is still better than being a faceless employee working my fingers to the bone only to be ignored. Regardless, I still miss spinning reels and running into projection tables for AMC, doing the same job as the four guys I worked with but making 50 cents less an hour (how funny!).
I think I forgot to mention my new tattoo on my left forearm. I got it a few months ago at my same old place. They replaced all the artists I knew with artists who doubled the prices. Nice. So I paid twice what I paid for the one on my right arm, though they're just about the same size. In addition, he didn't do a fantastic job and gave me horrible after-care advice. I followed it anyway, thinking hey it's been years since I got a tattoo, maybe the rules changed...they did not. It got so infected that my fingertips hurt all the time, so I did what my old artist had always told me to do. Lo and behold, it was all healed up in about five days. I like it though.
Having recently being rebitten by the modbug, a month later I got my right tragus pierced. I didn't go back to my same old shop, having felt ripped off and discarded by them. I went to the one by my house and fell in love with the piercer. He's amazingly gentle, well-informed and professional. It hurt more than I thought it would, and it bled. I've never had a piercing bleed before. I felt pretty hardcore when I wiped a fat stream of blood off the side of my face, though. I will go back there.
Finally, we adopted a kitty! Desprado was the only one at the house that was mine, and he came with us. But when I saw Twilight, it was love at first sight, and I knew she had to come home with me. We adopted her from Paws for Love. She's about a year old, and has already been a mommy. Her "family" abandoned her when they found out she was pregnant (they said she was thrown from a moving car, but I'm hoping that's an embellishment for the sake of garnering pity). She gave birth to four healthy kitten with her foster mom, was immediately spayed, and a month later, I found my way to her. She's cute as a fucking button and as sweet as double fudge ice cream. She purrs louder than I've ever heard in my 25 years around cats and likes to speak in purrs instead of just meowing. She plays all the time and tears through here like a bat out of hell when jazzed on catnip. I wish I could say she's getting along with Desprado, but it's been rough with lots of hissing and growling. They said she was good with other cats, so I didn't expect her to be so vicious and aggressive towards him. Things are starting to calm down now, and they can be in the same room as each other (supervised only) without any stalking even. Progress is progress.