First of all, I’m beginning to think that the current state of the economy is affecting my sex drive. I don’t fuck nearly as much as I used to. Just wanted to throw that out there.
Second, since I work the overnight shift and have plenty of time to surf the web, I run across quite a few forums where people find it necessary to lambast people with tattoos. FUCK YOU. If you don’t like what I put on MY body, don’t look. If you don’t like tattoos, fine. Don’t get any. But don’t look at me sideways because you see a hint of a tattoo peeking out from under my t-shirt sleeve. This is the 21st century, folks, and believe me, there are way bigger and worse things in this world that deserve your side-eye. Get off your high moral horse. I don’t care if you think it’s not ladylike. If having tattoos makes me unladylike, then I will proudly claim that title. Shit. I may just get it tattooed on me.
Third, I think I am immune to caffeine. I’ve maybe gotten 16 hours of sleep in the past 5 days, and I can literally feel my body shutting down. I’m looking forward to a temporary reprieve from my sometimes-grueling work schedule, but I know I won’t accomplish anything more than catching up on lost sleep time. This makes me kinda sad.
Fourth, I hate moving.
That is all.