I went with a friend last night to get a tattoo. Part of my really want to jump in there and get inked again with her, the other part of me want to savor the whole experience without getting it done. I went with option #2. I don't know quite what it is but part of me is starting to feel like if I got more tattoos, then I'd be that girl who was too tatted up for a normal guy, but not enough for someone who practically lives in tattoo shops. I dunno, it's like my nerdiness. I'm too nerdy for "normal" guys but not enough for nerdy guys, what is that?
You know what I say? Quinn and I are hoping a VW Micro bus and going to Florida to be beach bums. I just need to find a way to pay for dog food so he doesn't end up snacking on my hand.
On a completely different subject Amber and I went to dinner with my dad and it wasn't too shabby. A little weird towards the end but not too bad. Maybe this is a good road? I guess only time will tell.
I'm off! More adventures later.
