Damn.

So I went to the tattoo studio today. They don't do the blacklight tattoos because the ink isn't safe, according to them.
Just fucking great. So I can't get Nat's name inked...well, not yet, anyway.
I'll think of a way, I promise you, even if I have to convince the artist at CT to do it under my foot or something.
But I booked an appointment to get the music notes done. Will be on wednesday the 3rd of June, at noon.
I can't fucking wait. I just know Rudolph (yes, that's his name, it cracks me up, lol) will hate me for the straight lines. He hates my straight lines and weird logos with circles and straight lines, lol.
I'm gonna call for a price on it, on friday. I hope it won't be more than I'm assuming, lol.

Other than that, I'm climbing the walls here. Not because I'm actually having withdrawals, but because I'm used to smoking when I'm in my couch, watching TV and being online and it's just...doing my head in, really.
I knit and I talk to Nat and it helps some...but god, I want a smoke in the worst fucking way, man!
I need Dane to get his ass online, man..lol.