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E picked me and Etran up from school and took us to Space City to get our tattoos. It was exciting. I loved every suspensful minute of it. OMGOSH, I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE I DID THAT.

My tattoo artist had recently gotten out of jail. He littered every other sentence with profanity. He was a pretty cool guy. Etran told him she wanted to be a tattoo artist someday, so he gave her an advice on how to do that.

“I’m rubbing urine onto your skin to sanitize the area,” Tattoo Artist said. He proceded to rub something else onto it.

“What is that?” Etran asked.

“It’s just some other shit we use to-”
“First urine, now shit?”

That comment was the highlight of my visit there. T.A. began to etch Etran’s design onto the middle of my back. It felt… well, it stung. Didn’t hurt enough to make me cry, but I teared up a bit when it first started. The duration was about fifteen minutes and I was extremely pleased with the end result. I was happy. It wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be.

E got “Perception is Reality” etched along her right ribs. Very pretty.
Haha, I now have a piece of Etran with me wherever I go. I’m happy.

Tommorrow. I’m getting it tomorrow.
E has designed the tattoo; she says it’s fine if i asked them to “spice it up”.

AHHH I’M SO EXCITED

The winter air is making me lazy. I went to the gym earlier today to work out but just used the machines and did crunches. For 15 minutes. Not enough. I want to look hot by JJ and Kim’s wedding, and that’s exactly a month from now. IT’S CRUNCH TIME. I think i can do it.

I BELIEVE IN MYSELF…!!!