Oh, Shaye

finally home from a weekend away. power’s back on. all i want to do is talk to someone and no one’s around.

so i went to a grindcore show tonight in berlin. a friend asked me to come so i could see his new band. they weren’t grindcore, thank god. a brooke hogan lookalike was there. she kept stomping around like i imagine the real b.h. to do.

at the show, my knitting gypsy tattoo artist showed up. we talked before i left and i let him know i want sleeves. he’s going to europe in two days, but when he gets back we’re going to start working on stuff! i’d say tonight was successful!

dear lord i hope today goes by quickly. this coffee isn’t helping and i’m dead tired. sleeping in nick’s basement on a futon didn’t offer the best night’s sleep. at least i was warm, though. i’ll be at my house tonight, though, because i feel like an awffffful person for leaving my cat there alone.

power at my house has been out since 8pm yesterday. one of the transformers on the power pole blew up in my parking lot. apparently when they blow, they don’t actually BLOW, but they create a really pretty, bright light and then everything dies.

i managed to escape to nick’s house (after digging out both of our cars) and am here tonight since i have to go to work tomorrow (called out today). and hopefully ellie will be ok. nick’s going to check on her later, but i made a huge bed of blankets for her and left her endless food and water (unless she’s a huge pig and eats it all tonight….wouldn’t put it past her).

anyway, bge says this shit isn’t going to be fixed until saturday or sunday. AWESOME.

on 100, 29 and 40.

a snow mountain grew on the hood of  my car while i was stuck in traffic in the last two miles of my drive. i ended up finding a back way home that i never knew about. cool.

be safe everyone.

i passed:

6 vehicles that had lost control and wound up facing oncoming traffic.

4 abandoned vehicles (it really wasn’t bad at ALL last night or this morning…)

2 vehicles that ended up in ditches

1 large accident

let’s see how tonight goes.

it’s too late and i should be in bed thought:

i need to change my profession and fast. why? because i want to get all the tattoos i can and i can’t exactly do that in my current job.

that’s not to say i want like a FACE tattoo or anything nutty like that. i just pretty much want my arms covered.

i should’ve gone to cosmetology school like i’d planned when i dropped out of art school.

my parents gave me my sister’s address so i can write to her instead of having them relay a message (they won’t see her again until february anyway).

problem is, i’ve got NO IDEA what the fuck to say.

“hey, mom and dad said you’re doing better. that’s good. do you want me to come visit? WRITE BACK PLEASE”

ugh