I lurve my tattoo artist.
Really I do.
And not just cause he's talented. And cuter than cute.

Went and got my crappy tattoo fixed up. Now it's gorgeous. I've spent half of my day just staring at my arm. No wonder management thinks I'm crazy and must be avoided at all costs. If only I'd thought up that shit years ago.

No other exciting things to report. At least that I can remember. Or care to remember.

Oh yeah. I'm waiting to hear from my doctor's on the results of my blood work. No, take your time, I've only been mysteriously ill for the last month. What's another day of waiting? Bah. Silly me for freaking out. It's perfectly normal to go for multiple blood tests over less than a two week period. Geeze, I'm such a hysterical female.

Ooops. I just ignored my assistance vice president. Again.
Dude, if I keep this up, I'll be relegated to cleaning up the shit. Oh, wait. I already do that. Buah ha ha.