Psychotically-pink

So..two and a half hours later and it’s done. It looks marvelous and I’ll take pictures once I take the bandage off.

I however was not impressed to return home to a huge mess from Jasper. My bedroom is sort of on a slant so everything ran to under my bed. Thank goodness my girlfriends had come home with me and could help me clean. There was no way I was going to do all that pushing and leaning after getting a rib/side tattoo.

Edited to add picture: Click for larger.

It is now burning like hell while I try to sleep.

Tomorrow after class I’m getting a tattoo.

You’d think after 5 I’d be fine with it, but I’m terrified. I brought everything in to be drawn up (the quote I posted a few days ago) and in order for it to be legible and in the font I want it has to be bigger than I wanted.

By alot.

Infact I wanted it on my hip/ribs but now it’s going on my side/ribs.

Um ow? Most people find it painful when they tattoo over bone,  I don’t. When I’m being tattooed over a bone (my wrist, hip or spine for example) it vibrates. It doesn’t hurt at all. However the further you get from the bone (away from the center of my body) the more the pain becomes a very sharp hot pain.

So..I’m kind of scared. It shouldn’t take too long though. It’s just going to be a simple font, nothing fancy, no shading. Hopefully an hour and a half tops.

Anyway, I got some money back (finally) that was accidentally removed from my account a couple months ago and it’s covering the cost. Why the hell not, right? I deserve something and while the process is painful, the end result is well worth it.

Which is basically the whole point when I do this. You go through a rough time, it nearly kills you, but you become a better person for it.

The Only Exception

When I was younger I saw my daddy cry
and curse at the wind.
He broke his own heart and I watched
as he tried to reassemble it.

And my momma swore
that she would never let herself forget.
And that was the day that I promised
I’d never sing of love if it does not exist.

But Darling,
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.

Maybe I know somewhere
deep in my soul
that love never lasts.
And we’ve got to find other ways
to make it alone.
Keep a straight face.
And I’ve always lived like this
keeping a comfortable distance.
And up until now I had sworn to myself
that I’m content with loneliness.

Because none of it was ever worth the risk.

Well you are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.

I’ve got a tight grip on reality,
but I can’t let go of what’s in front of me here.
I know you’re leaving in the morning
when you wake up.
Leave me with some kind of proof its not a dream.

You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.

You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.
You are the only exception.

I’m on my way to believing
And I’m on my way to believing

I still hate therapy.

That stupid Priss just makes me think too much. I’m not a fan.

I have a ton to think about and I need to figure out what I’m going to do. I really hate when therapists are right.

Just is about a bunch of family issues basically explaining why I have Daddy Issues.

If you want to read it leave a comment and I’ll email you the password. OR you can take a stab and try to figure it out on your own. Rest assured it’s nothing  juicy or secretive..it’s just some stuff I’d really rather not have my family read about since it doesn’t exactly paint either of them as perfect.

resulted in me finally losing my shit and exploding all over someone else.

While I do feel less stressed now, and my mind is clear..maybe next time I should write a letter and burn it or something else a little less destructive.

I can’t say I regret it because I did get a ton of shit off my chest, but I’m sure there would have been a more productive way to get results without diving in, claws bared.

I just watched about half this movie and then I had to stop. Holy fuck. I’m way too emotionally fragile for this movie right now I guess. Thank god I was alone watching it, if anyone else was here I would have looked like a blubbering fool (Jasper is use to it)

It definitely makes you think though. What’s worse? Someone leaving willingly, or being taken without a choice?

I think on the surface being taken is far worse. Then again I have some severe daddy issues, so I don’t really know how objective anything I say is. I’m horribly damaged goods.

I’m pretty, but I’m not beautiful.
I sin, but I’m not the devil.
I’m good, but I’m not an angel.

Almost new tattoo time. I tend to get a new one whenever something shitty happens in my life and things start to look back up.

Yup.

For a serious case of the cranks is dancing around my apartment to music I would never dare admit I actually have in my music collection.

Acting like an idiot always makes me feel better. Especially when it involves singing loudly. I have a sudden urge to do some karaoke.