Tat appointment set for Monday. Squee!
In related news, I think I'm going to quit soda altogether. I can't seem to taste it anymore and it makes me feel sick. Sarah and Katrina have mostly given up sugar, and they say they feel a lot better. I know I will, too, and I think now that it always makes me sick, it'll be easier to give up.
Been writing a lot more lately. Pretty pleased with myself on that score. Found a poet named Gregory Orr whom I really like. Also a lady named Nan Hunt.
So I meet with a tattoo artist on Tuesday to discuss my steampunk raven tat. It will be awesomes. It's not Katy, for which I feel slightly guilty, but I'll prolly have her do my hummingbird tat, anyway. It's at Blackthorn tattoo, located off Green Meadows. They just opened, and the shops not quite finished yet, but I wanted to give them a try so I have one more place to feel at least slightly knowledgeable about. I dunno. I just wants a tattoo. Also, I might get mah cute little raccoon pendant as a tat. Well, it'd be redrawn to be a little less stilted and a little more...raccoonish, but it would be the same general shape, pose and most likely size as well. Maybe put that on my wrist where it apparently hurts so much? I'm such a weenie.
If you're wondering about where I got this silly idea, here's a couple of pics that caught my eye:
