Writing My Wrongs

The journey requires more than I had packed. I had the essentials – but in comparison to the length of my journey – had not read up on what would be needed.
~love~

“I know you can’t afford it…so I am going to put that money back into your account. I really enjoyed my birthday dinner…well, more so the company.”

Ya’ll know that I am not the sharpest tool in the tool shed… I thought the pop-up IM from the other night was sort of telling me that all is good but he had moved on…?
Yet, today it’s all lovey dovey and kissy-poo from him…the Fireman.
Clearly, either I have lost my game… or I am just too lazy to figure out what the hell he’s beating around the bush about.
Actually to be totally honest… I am sorta ok with not knowing…matter-of-facto…I’d rather not know he is tryna slide his way back into hanging out with me…
Knowing brings responsibility.

I am done with being responsible dammit!

Hence…I FINALLY got my tattoo on the top of my foot. This past weekend was the Tattoo Convention at Roseland Ballroom in midtown New York City!!!
I was this close from getting a Tramp Stamp and still might once I get a job.

If you don’t have a tattoo…DON’T because tattooing is wack…lol
Once you get started you don’t want to stop. I keep thinking in the back of my head that at 80 years old…my tats aren’t going to look anything like the original. Oh well, to late now.

Also, I don’t really like the tat. It’s not what I wanted. Why get it…because dammit.

There were a lot of tattoo artist from all over the world at the convention…and the artist I wanted to go to was from Brazil…whose schedule was filled for the whole weekend. The other was from Taiwan… I should have just waited until I got to China… oh well…hmmm, I still might get one while I am there.
The one I finally decided on was from LA…BADA on York Blvd… I guess since I am linking them I should clarify…I like the tattoo. Just wasn’t quite as dainty as I pictured or the color I wanted… but it’s permanent…and all I need is for a couple of ppl to tell me they like it and then I will be convinced. The guys were really nice...and the fact that they were a very solicitous towards me made me choose them. A damn a cute face gets me everytime.

Either way...so this place is packed…with Betty Page wanna be’s or anyone of those pin-up girls from back in the 40’s. They are walking around with the least amount of clothes and stripper heels…tryna show off their tattoos…and their …wares. Guys are getting sleeves and their necks or bald heads tatted…here I am…at a booth getting a tattoo…one of maybe 10 black people in the whole spot… and I am crying like a fucking baby. Do you all not know that the foot is one of the most sensitive spots to get a tattoo…for one…it’s skin directly on bone…needle on skin against bone is not quite the feeling of pain I like…if you know what I mean.
I had my back to the crowd that had gathered to see the process…and I have my sunglasses on and I am trying to hold my lips between my teeth so it won’t quiver like a big ass baby. I don’t think I was fooling anyone.
I should have drunk before I went… I should have taken some morphine before I went.

I am thinking of…lipo.
Vagina rejuvenation
And a nose job.

I am thinking my sunshine isn’t as tight as it use to be…2 kids and 30 even years later…I can see where it might have loosened up. Not too mention the big ass dick that’s been up in that piece.
That was vulgar…and entirely untrue.
Lord knows that I’ve ran across some little dick.

Tonight is the first night of summer pool league.
Now, back in the day…I’d wear a relatively low cut shirt…figured that mounds of feminine softness might throw off some man’s game…especially if I sorta flirted.

*Yea, I tend to set women’s lib back everyday that I have the looks to still be able to get my way*

However, more and more women are starting to get interested in the game…and generally the league I play with…it’s usually perky little white NYU students…
Everything about them bitches is perky…attitude, ass, breast…I hate ‘em.

So now I just walk in with my cue stick filled with confidence and try to intimidate my opponent with silence. Getting old is wack YO!

The rest of the weekend…pina colodas, some Amstel Light, 4 netflix movies, and no porn…still!

I leave for China on Wednesday…so EX-CITED!!! *even though I will be on my monthly while there…that sucks!*

Disturbing Thing #4:
I tend to look at a man’s hands to determine if he is a viable prospect. They have to be big, soft, and clean, low cut nails (prefer manicured)…but not for reasons you might think………or maybe for the EXACT reason you might think. I liked the ass slapped so I need a big hand…and they have to be soft. I need for the nails to be short in case he wants to put his finger in a place that is soft, sensitive and wet. Which means they HAVE to be clean as well. ChezNiki talked about sex being constantly on the brain as she got older…I am thinking she is right…’cause I often feel so perverted as I am out in the city meeting people and thinking all kinds of sexual fantasies.