in sorrow there is no rhyme
my niece has arrived from japan!
so has a bunch of xmas cards. this year i’m not sending any, sorry guys.
so, my blythe is scabbing, you know the type of scab you get from sitting in the bath with a wound and it gets all gross and wrinkly. except i didn’t sit in the bath and i am not allowed to for like two weeks now what the fuck am i supposed to do with myself? don’t worry this will definitely not turn into the tattoo blog like how nerds turn their blogs into wedding blogs (no offense ya snooze fests) and then being married blogs ugh. though i am somewhat into the minute tedious details, like how i enjoy reading the side of a box of cereal, it’s somehow fascinating to me? and of course everything i say is sprinkled with hypocrisy and bipolarisms (same thing) so basically yeah this is my new wedding tattoo blog for the next short while. we might even go to bed bath and beyond if we have enough time!
i do not think i will get an entire arm sleeve so you guys can chill, i don’t feel like i need to make a mural up and down my arm with rainbows and stars and other shit now that i have ONE tattoo, who made that rule, a puddle of aids? (kat von d) when renita first started i thought to myself well i guess this is the only tattoo i will ever get cos this hurts so fucking much. then you get over it. i am a big wimp when it comes to pain, they have to use the infant butterfly needle on me at the doc office (i have teeny veins) and i still cry (mostly from mental exhaustion) and they always look at me like are you for real? now when i go back with this tattoo and cry from a wimpy needle they are going to die laughing, like how big fat menacing-looking guys are actually sensitive teddy bears.
my new psychiatrist talks like john nash (russell crowe) in a beautiful mind, eyes closed with glasses head nodding with every thought, kind of looks like him too, i was SO close to interrupting myself from crying and asking him why he talks with his eyes closed, didn’t. i have a feeling it is going to distract me only more so in future sessions. i wish i had a tick like that, all i have is constant ear picking and obsessive letter counting.
remember i said don’t fall asleep with a band-aid on?
get a load of my pinky, thanks nana!
of course having it as tight as possible didn’t help. it’s fine now.
my modest amount of blue menu chicken strips and i even gave one back to fil. later on he was telling his mom that we (i) had eaten SO MUCH that day and therefore did not require an appetizer that i politely requested. sometimes fil gets himself confused with me.
now fil’s, see. remember this next time you open your mouth fil.
i’ve had this bag lady sweater for 5 years now.
sigh, miss this guy so much, it doesn’t even exist anymore! my aunt drew this.
ps. everyone! fil’s birthday party is on friday december 19 so if you want in, let me know not like i am STRESSED OUT ABOUT IT OR ANYTHING!
me: hi
Elizabeth: eyyyyyyyo
new tattoo eh
me: yes ma’am
Elizabeth: how exciting!
me: it’s scabbing now
and when i put lotion on it kills
Elizabeth: I bet
thats one thing I prob wont ever do
too big of a weinie
me: yeah right you are tougher than me
you can tolerate dick in your ass
i cry when i get an infant butterfly needle
Elizabeth: hhahah
dick in the ass is short lived
I couldnt sit there
me: i am quoting this chat so BE INTERESTING
Elizabeth: hahah
me: yeah but you like crave it
ew
sorry
ha
Elizabeth: it keeps things interesting
me: anyway based on that you could get a tattoo
it’s in your head the fear about it, really it isn’t that bad, then u get to a point where it’s tolerable, plus half a t3 helps and some rye and five million advils from being on your period
weird, bad picture, possible new sweater trend?
i already rsvpeed can’t wait
what you did is there an fb event i didnt get?
email from a friend of yours?
right right, i didn’t get the email for some reason haha.
you’re not invited?
you can submerged it once the scab is gone.
ten days, tops.
nope, guess i’m busy that nite.
i have that same brass book end! it used to be my papa and grams. they used to make me polish them after church
Well, if ever this becomes a “Baby on the way Blog” then I’m out of here! heh
you will probably be dead by the time that happens hah.
Thank you for say tattoo rather than the smarmy i want to bash someones face in “tat” UHG! My dad can get away with it but he’s a 58 year old biker who’s covered in them. Most everyone else, BARF!!!!
also not allowed: tatty or tattied-up.
Oh man, I just looked at the pic of your wrinkly bandaid finger and then the chicken fingers right after (and I’m eating a burrito) and I was like ughghh oh god.
It’s a strange succession of pics that could make you barf!
Anyways, this burrito is good but I will look at different pics while I eat it.
ughI have a friend who is working at a woman’s hospital and she talks with her eyes closed ALL THE TIME, I asked her about it and she said it’s like she can see her words floating in her head before she says them. I thought that was kind of adorable.
that ugh was from a cat stepping on keys, weird.
ahhh tattoo scabbing…I miss those days. I need a new one immediately…preferably for free.
Don’t be ashamed. I hate needles with a passion and I have 3 tattoos – 2 of which are fairly large and detailed. When I got bloodwork at the hospital last week the nurse that took my blood said she sees it all the time – tattoo needles are a totally different animal.
More bloodowork on friday – and I have to fast so I’m going to have MEGA ‘omg I didn’t eat I’m going to black out and die’ anxiety.
YAY!
As a dental assistant, when patients come in with tattoos or piercings and say they are afraid of needles I secretly want to rip their heads off. Instead I just smile and nod and help them be as comfortable as I can when they are getting pricked…..
haha about reading the side of the cereal boxes. I’ve obsessively done this since about age 7. I suggested this morning that my daughter do this over breakfast to practise her reading. She gave me cut eye.
jacki i am not afraid of being jabbed in my mouth by needles at all.
whatevs, you will totally blog the shit out of being a bride-to-be when/if that day comes and you know it.
ok, i count letters, too. thank god, i am not alone. they have to end up even, i’ll even go as far as counting an exclamation point to make it even. wow, i’m crazy. i also eat my blue menu chicky strips with plum sauce and ketchup.
i think the major difference is that when you get a tattoo or a piercing you yourself have decided that you want it, for your own personal reasons. bloodwork and dentist needles are a necessity from a health perspective, but it’s not your own choice like choosing to have someone do something [painful, but] aestetichal with your own body.
congrats raymi! i remember chatting to you about tattoos a while back, happy to see you got one! it looks rad.
no i won’t christa and i don’t “know it” when and “if” that happens we will simply elope, then it will be over. i won’t say where it will be before it happens so there will be no plans to blog about other than ok bye going to elope, don’t be defensive cos you’re engaged now AND i love your blog, congrats ps! i’m mainly ripping on fb style never ending wedding plan detail blogs.
well, you should because getting eloped is terribly glamorous and you should milk it for all it’s worth. like the world didn’t understand your love so you had to escape it all. how daring.
ok i will but i won’t be a bridezilla about it is all
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