It's getting late (in my grandma like world of weird sleeping patterns!), and I must be off to bed soon, but thought I'd do a little writing, a few snapshots of the day before I headed to bed.
I went shopping at the dollar store this afternoon. I bought something like 20 items, mostly things that I will need for establishing my own home, for around twenty-two dollars. That made me VERY happy.
I can now access wireless internet with my laptop anywhere in the house. Hello blogging in bed! Also blogging in the living room, emails in the easy chair, and facebook in the basement (to name a few).
I hung out with Megs tonight. We watched "Freedom Writers" and ate "sex in a pan." She drank coffee, and I had tea, and we buried ourselves under blankets (my basement is COLD) and had a great time. I really liked the movie. We were, however, both disappointed in Patrick Dempsey's character. So completely un "mcdreamy"!
Megs left a few minutes ago to work the night shift, and I'm heading off to do a little bit of reading before crashing for the night. Short work week this week. So good.
I'm thinking a lot about the tattoo that I'm hoping to get lately. I'll describe it here sometime. It's a picture God gave me a few months back, from some words that various friends spoke out over me. It's also becoming very symbolic of the place in life that I'm in. Rae is designing it, and we'll probably get tattoos (different ones) done together sometime over the course of the summer. (I'm totally wimpy, and have always sworn that there would never be anything that I'd want permanently etched on my body, but I really want this.)
On the whole tattoo note - can I just say that I think my generation is going to be the ugliest generation of old people ever? I keep picturing all of us with tattoos, and piercings, and those awful stretched out earlobes when we're eighty and everything is sagging all over the place. Hideously funny, I think!
Anyway, I'm off to bed. I wish the noise of the rain was there, like last night. It was so peaceful to fall asleep to...
Monday, May 21, 2007
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I think tattoos are brilliant, although when I had mine done it felt like someone was digging a knife in my arm and dragging it around real slow. Go for it.
Okay... when I mentioned that I was wimpy - it had to do with the pain... I'm not so encouraged that it felt as if someone was dragging a knife around your arm!
this is precisely why I'm making a friend come along... I intend to blame her the whole time... "this is all your fault, you indulged me and designed this thing for me, you got me excited about having this permanently inked on my body, and now I'm in pain because of it!" (This is also the way I intend to approach the pain of childbirth, should I find myself experiencing that at some date in the future!)
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