I want

I told myself when I turned eighteen that I'd only get the one. The sparrow on my foot. My mom was so pissed haha. She had a right to be though... considering I didn't even tell her that I was getting one until after I had been on the table for ten minutes. Anyway, three tattoos later, and two years older... haha. I really want another one. I'm addicted. I'm seriously considering a sleeve. Probably not the smartest thing though because I'm gonna be a teacher in less than a year and a half. But still. If I had a million bucks...


I have the house all to myself for the weekend. The roomy is out with her family and won't be back until tomorrow night. I have no idea what to do with myself haha. Maybe go to PII? It's this new bar downtown. Kind of a cute little place. We'll see though :]


Peace Bloop!