Got myself a tattoo. Been planning to for close to 10 years now. Had the always awesome MarickLOA design it for me back in high school, and I finally just said 'fuck it' and went for it.
Everything's in boxes and in the car, as am I and the dog. We've set off, and there's nothing but six hours, an assload of cars and Sirius Broadway between us and what's now home.
("Come on, why do you never tell anyone about your birthday?" "Well, every time I do, the collective response is 'Why the fuck should I care?'. You tend to stop trying.")
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Is birthday. Happy times.
("Come on, why do you never tell anyone about your birthday?"
"Well, every time I do, the collective response is 'Why the fuck should I care?'. You tend to stop trying.")