Billets comportant le tag ♥

Bad things:  Tonight is duty night, which is always a drag for me, but especially so with the aircon being broken.  My landlord is aware of the problem, but unfortunately, the earliest they could take care of it is tomorrow morning, because it involves a full replacement of the system.  So now I am sweating my ass off and trying to decide which room in the house is coolest, so I don’t melt.  I got bit by about 20 fire ants the other day, and my hand still burns.  I keep banging my freshly-tattooed wrists into stuff, which hurts like hell.  I also got a nice steam bath from the spaghetti pot, also not zesty on newly inked skin.  Nobody on this whole fucking island has any [redacted], and my pain has been pretty bad lately, especially in my hip.

Good things:  Any day I get a tattoo, regardless of the pain later, is a good day.  I finally got my wrist flames how I like them, after seven years and three different sessions.  Not done by the same people, mind you—they were just done wrong and it took me a while to fix them.  Now they go all the way to my wrist, instead of looking vaguely floaty and/or unfinished.  I’ll take a pic when the swelling goes down.  It looks boss as hell.  I’m going to a Navy formal this Saturday, which I wasn’t expecting, but fuck me, I love going to those things.  I usually like more time to plan an outfit, but I’ll figure something out!  I’m thinking ultra-, ultra-femme, to contrast my bitchin’ hair.  I got some cleaning done.  My friends and their kid have been coming over more, which makes me happy, ‘cos I miss having babies around, and he’s getting used to me, which is great—he’s not good with new people, so when he likes you, it’s a Big Deal.  I got a letter from Justin today.  Also, some awesome friends came over tonight to loan me a fan and keep me company for a few hours, and it was so f’n nice to have someone to talk to, especially someone who I could talk to about subjects I usually have to keep to myself (I know that’s all cryptic and shit, but this is Tumblr, so *shrugs*), and ugh, I just want to eat them all up, they are so great.  So great.

As you can see, life’s more good than bad right now, even with the stress of moving.

Thank you for:  Sparx, the biggest shelf, Expo, bagelheads, Harajuku, sore feet, sore throats, all-Disney/all-Gaga karaoke playlists, “that’s what SHE said” x 1,000, haunted train station bathrooms, takarazuka, pastel umbrellas, 100 yen stores, “YOU NEVER.  PUT.  A BRA.  IN THE DRYER!”, whoops, wrong train…whoops, wrong train…AW DAMMIT, NOT AGAIN, 830a whiskey and amazing ham/onion/cheese toast, Yukiro, “Ah…’Ladyboy’ is…okay?”, MOAR KARAOKE, cloves, the keyboard of fail, power naps, fashion vs. philosophy, “I thought you were a young man, but I see you have nice breasts.”, mouse on cat head total = 5, luxury fruits, “Why is it that every time you’re in the bathroom, I hear something fall?”, host-stalking, pirates with space guns, “I bought too much beer.”, everything is about pee (and poop), purikura, “You better shut that cage or I’m gonna accidentally stab someone.”, “BOYS BOYS BOYS we like boys in dresses”, umeshu, 2chomez, and lots more, but damn I bet everyone’s tired of all the inside jokes and p.s. I love you and miss you already.  <3 <3 <3

Alright, I know I said I was going to bed, but I just walked out into the living room and saw Logan playing videos games and had to come tell you guys that I just find it outrageously sexy that he loves Kirby games so much as he does.  He has always loved the series, and we have one game downloaded from the Wii Shop and also Kirby’s Epic Yarn (which is what he’s playing right now) and anyway, I just think it’s adorable.  He always looks so happy.

Okay, now I’m going to bed for real.

cleaning in anticipation of…?