i was a lover

-i've been sneezing like mad all morning (interesting i know)
-i heard two stories yesterday about people puking so much they broke blood vessels (one person all over their face so it looked like they were constantly blushing, and another person in their eyes so it looked like they were...very scary?)
-only 15 days left as being part of frockstar, 10 more shifts
-last night i was so tired i went to bed at 9:30, after napping from 8 until 9. i think that was the first time in years (besides when i've been sick or jetlagged) that i went to bed before my mom.

i'm still thinking what i would like for a second tattoo. everything i think of though, i can see myself thinking it was silly and regretting it when i got older. i still love hemingway, my first tattoo. the only other tattoos i can think of that i would like, have to do with birds still. i'll hold off. i'll turn into a crazy bird tattoo lady if i'm not careful. i was going to get a verse or a line from one of my favorite poems, but i couldn't pick just one, and it's not a short poem. by the time i'd chosen a phrase, it was half the poem. or i would like a tiny little picture. no bigger than a toonie. but i don't know of what, so that's silly. i shall just be patient and wait. tattoos are permanent and i have to remember that they will be there forever, so no rush.


eek. this is really well done. i hate spiders. if this girl was my friend i'd probably always forget it was a tattoo and scream girlishly every time i saw it. iiick.