Today has been a day of ups and downs. I woke up at 2am and left the house at 3. I went to get on my train to find out it was cancelled, so had to fork out £15 for a taxi. In retrospect I should have ordered one on the phone rather than get a taxi from the rank on a Saturday morning/Friday night.
When I got to work I had a reasonable day, but I felt I did all the work while my colleague just did nothing. I had a customer basically call me stupid and ask something for which I did not know the answer. I offered to go and find out for him, to which he said he would rather I not bother and I should know these things already. I kept my calm and wished him a nice day, then muttered “Mother F***ing C**tbag”. He didn’t hear but he made me so angry. I finished work at 1 instead of 3 as I am doing 9 hour shifts this week rather than 11 hour ones. Once I finished work I headed home as I decided I wanted to deposit some cash and coinage into my bank account. I picked up the moneys and then went to the bank.
I joked with the lady behind the counter about some of my anal tendencies when it comes to money, like folding them into groups of £100; keeping £20 and £10 notes separate and my stacks of change in denominations in my room. I laughed about it and she laughed too. I know I am a little “quirky” so it is fine.
When walking home I decided to stop by a tattoo parlour. I walked in and had a chat with the receptionist who must have been early 20’s, but was just stunning. Bright pink hair, smokey eyes and she had snakebite (double lip piercing, picture below for those with lack of imagination. Note this is not the same girl.
Snakebite example. She is pretty cute though…Light skin, red lips, piercings…if she had daddy issues and a few tattoos….oh my!
So I had a chat with the tattoo artist and they could not book me in until Tuesday after next, to which I said thanks, I will think about it and was unsure of my rota so didn’t want to book anything firmly just yet. I wandered over to another tattoo parlour I knew of about 25 minutes away and walked in having a chat about the ideas I wanted. I saw what I wanted more or less in one of their books as part of another piece, so I asked how much it would cost and if possible to do just that little bit. They said yes and the artist offered to do it right there and then! So I said yes…
Yep. I have a tattoo now. It is basically a swirl, similar to the Maori one or the inside of a Bornean Rose. It cost me £30 and I frigging love it. The guy had to shave part of my crotch (which I offered to do myself but he insisted) not to mention being very close to my junk as I had by boxers half pulled down so he could maneuver and having his face very close to me for a solid 30 minutes. He also Vaselined me to which I said “surely I owe you dinner or something, not to mention you took my tattoo virginity!”
When he did it he did the outline first, and I got a photo of it. I loved it like that, and he offered to leave it like that if I wanted. My response “Nah, what I will do is have this one filled in. When I get another, I will have it on the other side, and have that one hollow so it is a matching pair…F**K I just planned my second tattoo! Are you sure it is not an addiction?!”
My mother told me “This year, you need to do something for yourself”. I don’t think this is quite what she had in mind, but it is for me and I love it. Futhermore they will not be learning about it anytime soon, it is hidden from them and will remain that way for the extended future as far as I am concerned.
Round up: Crap day at work, went to the bank, got A MOTHER FREAKING TATTOO!!
Can you tell this has made me happy??