Journal Entry
08/23/2002 06:35 p.m.
The tattoo is getting better, I think. Obsessive pretty much seems to sum up how I feel about it. I keep checking it out every twenty or thirty minutes. I keep worrying about the color bleeding out of it and having to go back and get it touched up. The thought of having to go back so soon makes me cringe. It's a fairly large celtic design depicting the goddess Cerridwen often considered the muse of the bards. I'd been wanting this for nearly four years.

Work is blah, as usual. The weeks been slow, as was last week and my paycheck is going to be somewhat anemic because of it. gggrrrr! I hate being broke all the time. It's going to be a stretch paying the bills this month.

The only thing possibly worth looking forward to is going to the pub tonight or maybe sometime this weekend. Hopefully I'll see Justin again. A very hot guy visiting here for the next three weeks from England. London specifically. I met him Tuesday night. He walked into the bar and I practicallly started salivating. Immediately I told myself, "don't even think about it Amanda, quit torturing yourself, he's not for you." But somehow we started talking and ended closing the bar. I insisted on driving him home. He was going to walk the several blocks to his aunt's house. Somehow it went from innocent hanging out to making out in the front seat of my car for sometime. I got home sometime after four a.m. I've been thinking about him all week. Obsessive. God help me. I get turned on remembering his hands on me and the kisses, lord the kisses. Don't ever believe any of that crap about the British being cold fish and oh so reserved. lol. I can't wait to see him again.
I am currently Obsessive
I am listening to Modest Mouse-Interstate 8