Touch Up

I got a tattoo a few weeks back. I love it, I really do. Although, I was really drunk when I got it and I don't remember if it hurt or not. It has been about a month and it is about time for a touch up. So, I made myself an appointment...but I also planned on going to the bar before my appointment, because the thought of it just makes me want to throw-up.

So, here I am. Sitting at the bar. I had approximately 6 beers and 4 shots in a span of about 15 minutes...and not to mention a to-go cup in my car ready to take with me to the tattoo shop. I stumbled over to the shop and sat in the chair...AND HE COULDN'T EVEN DO THE TOUCH UP!!! It hasn't healed all the way yet. What? I have to get drunk in 15 minutes again???

HELLLOO!!!!

I have missed this blog like a martini misses olives, like tequila misses a lime, like whiskey misses coke, like I am missing a beer right now! And good GOD that's a lot!

I am glad to be back, boy do I have some stories for you!

Sweet God it's almost Friday

Muffin: "Where Are You?"

Me: "At the intersection of I-15 and the doorway to Hell. So, like 5 minutes away."

Muffin: "Ok... I might shoot myself before then."