I am hopped up on drugs.
Don't get me wrong (or..get me wrong.. what do I care?)..
These drugs I speak of are the legal kind.. although I'm gonna have to put this out there and say; why the FUCK would this be legal as opposed to, say, mj. Like, I'm on these painkillers for a wicked stomach pain I've been having for like 3 weeks now (but in total, on and off for about 3 years). These things do nothing but make my legs go numb and, eventually, make me fall asleep. If the point of this painkiller is "if you're asleep, technically you're not feeling the pain", then congrats.. this is the best painkiller on earth. Not. These pains are sticking with a vengeance. I definitely need a)something stronger and b)an answer to this problem.. cuz, oh yeah, I guess I forgot to mention that everytime I've been to the hospital for this they have no solution. At least now, for the first time in 3 years, they've sent me home with some kind of help.. but of course, it doesn't work. Only my luck..
On a better note, I got a tattoo yesterday afternoon. I am completely in love with it. I never could have anticipated that it would be as nice as it is, it exceeded my expectations by far. And it doesn't hurt that the creator of said tattoo is an illustrating genius. I have seen many a shitty tattoo that has made me cringe and go "WHY ON EARTH?", and I think anyone who has tattoos has had that little fear everytime they get one.. like, "fuck, I reeeally hope this person doesn't fuck this up" or whatever. I am happy to say, as a person who only has 2 tattoos, that both experiences were perfect. I couldn't be happier with my 2 choices of tattoo artists. And they couldn't be more different, in style and execution and whatnot, but I guess that's what I like. The 2 completely different experiences resulting in 2 beautiful things that I love.
This tattoo was particularly special to me as it was to commemorate my great grandmother who passed away last month. I can't say she was a tattoo loving lady, but I think she would have loved it. I'll post pictures as soon as the last touch ups are done (or at least until my arm un-swells from it's balloon like proportions).
so, I leave you now on a (possibly) odd note:
I'm in love with the drumming on Dance Little Liar by Arctic Monkeys. It's somewhat creepy/tribal/sexy.
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