More fucking with the masses

For those of you who might not have read the last conversation I had with coolchickmel818, it was quite hilarious. A friend and I had fun screwing with her head. Well, not twenty minutes ago she signed on and IMed me. Apparently she was bored, or just a little masochistic. At any rate, I decided to indulge her.

( Does this make me a bad person? )

...I think that last part must have scared her off. ^.^

*Cackles*

Ok. Am going to get my newest tattoo on Friday. I've finally settled on where, as well. Was thinking that I might get it at the base of my sternum (i.e. center of my chest, right under my boobs, for the anatomically challenged). However, the fact that I wouldn't be able to show off said tattoo without flashing everyone made my semi-repressed self change her mind. So now I'm getting it just below the eyes that are between my shoulderblades. I want to keep this one central, since it will look the best that way. And I couldn't get it on my lower back, because that spot is already reserved for my dragon. (Which I found a really good picture for a few days ago, btw.)

But anyways, appointment is for 1:30. Hopefully I won't bleed. I didn't last time, but it was really tough skin on the inside of my heels. But if the tattoo ends up bleeding, then Liz and I are going to have to postpone celebratory drinks until at least Saturday. (Though honestly, the tattoo should be healed enough by Friday evening to get smashed.) Now comes the problem of finding someone to buy us a gallon of Sour Apple Pucker. Travis is particularly useless. *Shrug* Well, at least I have time to plot this out. *GRIN* And I should be getting my refund check any day now, so that'll be a great help to the tattoo fund and the alcohol fund. (Though I've got money in my checking if I have no other choice.)