I was just thinking about it today. It amused me. They all live their days in 15 minute blocks. And I control what those blocks consist of.
It still grosses me out when I look in the mirror at this piece of steel that is impaling my tongue. It just doesn't seem/look right. It has disturbed my since I first got it. I think that is why I keep it, because it doesn't belong there. *laugH* Because I can show it to other people and it causes an amplified reaction of what I think of it.
I have found better shots of the tattoo I want. I am not sure how big I want it to be though. The one I am looking at goes from the front to the back of the shoulder, and extends from the top of my shoulder, 3/4's of the way to the inside of my elbow. It isn't totally black, but rather an outline with vague details. I just need a real picture of it. Not just screenshots from Oz.
I think my health is declining. *laugh* I sound like an old man. But this lack of sleeping well is really getting to me. It sucks.
Awww...Gross! My sink has started gurgling and spewing out this awful stench. Nasty shit! I don't know why it does this, but it happens on occasion. Another one of the many wonders of this place. It is a nice enough place, but I am glad we are only here for another 3 months.
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