So, my mom was telling me last night how they were having a friend over to do some tattoo work on her jerk boyfriend. I thought that was really cool and was (maybe no so) secretly jealous because I want some stuff done. Well, she texted me later and said that they'd gotten started and oh... they're bringing her up here tomorrow! Yeah, to work on me! I'm so fricking excited that there just aren't words for it. I'm going to get a tree on my right ankle / calf to cover my previous tattoo and if there is time I'd like a pink ribbon on my left breast. And, if you can stand it, there is more excitement on top of all of this... *Somebody* said he'd design the tree for me!!! WOOT!
Of course this means that I have to have the house 100% clean by tomorrow. I'm on my 4th load of laundry already and my grandpa is coming over later to help me figure out how to connect the dishwasher to the sink (its portable). Once I can use the dishwasher I think things will be darn near perfect. Well, maybe not perfect but it will be an improvement.
Lexy will be playing at the Artichoke tomorrow. She is absolutely awesome and super cool and wonderful and fantastic and neat and great and fabulous adn on and on and on... I'm not even saying that because she put me on "the list" although that is just about as exciting as the free tattoos. A friend said that we need to party like we did last summer. I'm not sure if thats going to happen but it'd be great if it did. I sure don't think I'll drink like I did but we were all so happy, I want that back.
I really miss having my best friend. I tried to talk to her about how I was feeling about it and she blamed me because I don't just come over uninvited and she started talking to me like I was 5 years old and telling me everything that I do wrong. No thank you. I don't need that.
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