So. I've been a very busy girl.
I've pretty much relocated to Springfield, MO. Bigger town, better jobs, MORE jobs, and more trouble for me to get into on weekends. Oh yeah. I went there.
You can blame Stud Roomie. He had a bad week at work and decided he needed to start drinking again. So I brought him down, because he used to live down here. And it was just a 32-hour whirlwind of beer and shenanigans.... no beer in me, thanks, I had to be sober to figure out WHERE THE FUCK I WAS.
And then we stopped by a tattoo parlor to visit a friend of Bret's, and instead found his tattoo artist. Who I immediately hit it off with.
Say hello to Ink Slinger, my new favorite person.
Oh, he's a fun one. A little off in the head, but tattoo artists usually are. That's what makes them fun, right?
He's a good person. That's a first for me: someone who respects and appreciates me? WOW! The world must be ending!
Wait, what's today's date...?
More later when I can organize my thoughts just a wee bit better.