Woot! Do I get a toaster oven for converting someone?
'Touched'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
JZ, I'll probably get a book and an outfit for her and then something little for her sister, who will give me a ton of guilt if I don't bring anything for her. These are the girls that are totally in love with TCG, so of course I am charmed by them.
Don't know where I'll get it, though, as the tattoo parlor down the street moved to the next town.
I will highly recommend my guy here. He's worked on Perkins, SuziQ, and me (as well as a host of other miscreants). He's got an amazing sense of line.
Hm, maybe I could make a day of it. Thanks, juliana, I'll keep that in mind.
I can't stop clicking through the knuckle tattoos site. HELP!
I have two or three new tattoos in mind. One is decided, but it's tiny, so I want to figure out one of the others and do them at the same time. Maybe for my birthday.
I am packed for the Greenbelt festival. For the past eight years this has been the highlight of my year, and I am very excited. Hurrah. Rain mac and suncream packed (because it's Britain, and the weather will not comply no matter what you expect from it).
sj - Did you live here before? Or are you from here? I've become a little London-jaded recently, but I still have to admit that it's a great city. I love my area - live music in about ten different pubs, every night of the week!
Tattoos: No no no no no. I do not like needles (or burning pain that goes on for at least twenty minutes) at the best of times. They look great on other people, but not for me.
My tat didn't hurt that much. Except when I showed up at the same time as a bunch of dudes having some dick-waving ritual...it totally dented their pride when the blonde in the wheelchair was more stoic than them. That was at least as nice as the design.
I hate needles, too. As in I must look away at the doctor's office for blood draws or booster shots. But the end result? Totally worth it. When I had the Eskatonic jumpgate cross tattooed on the back of my right calf, and spent about 2 hours laying on my stomach, I just read the whole time.
(I also keep reminding myself "Don't flinch, there are needles in your skin, don't flinch." That focuses the attention spectacularly.)
Except when I showed up at the same time as a bunch of dudes having some dick-waving ritual...it totally dented their pride when the blonde in the wheelchair was more stoic than them. That was at least as nice as the design.
Bwah!