Trying hard for my brother... ♥

My brother has been reminding me to update my journal... as I have been slacking. There is so much I have not written about that to do so seems a complicated task.

Last Sunday I finished my butterfly tattoos. My arm is now completed with nine little flutterers... joined by pixie dust. I will eventually get pictures, but for now my arm is rather bruised and not as pretty as I would prefer.

I was a little timid to have Marci tattoo me, even though I have known her for a while. I hadn't seen any of her work, and getting a tattoo always makes me a bit excited anyway. I am very pleased with the results, however. Marci seemed to know exactly what I wanted. Previously I had two artists try to draw me pixie dust. Neither of them could. I knew precisely how it should be but could not explain it or draw it. I asked her if she knew what I meant when I say that I wanted pixie dust. She nodded, took a pen, and drew it on me. Exactly how I wanted it.

Last night I forced to go to a club and consume alcohol.... then forced to cuddle with a pretty person. As terrible as that was it was worth getting only one and a half hours ish of sleep. Mmm.. my bed is calling for me. Time to dream.