Got my new tattoo yesterday. Gotta make this update quick. I'm in Kelowna right now, gonna be in Cold Lake late tomorrow evening.
Here it is! Hurt like HELL. Took 2.5 hours. Props to Colin at Tattoo Zoo for taking my initial idea and making it far more amazing than words could possibly describe. It's a little shiny because it's literally about 3 minutes old in that picture. I'll upload the outline later on.
I'll be at the Strathcona hotel for a few days now.
Who wants to go to Big Bad John's?
It's going right on my neck, just below my right ear. Colin (the artist) seemed pretty confident that he could fit a lot of the detail in the leaf and thorns into the tattoo. The only thing I really emphasized was to accentuate the thorniness of the flower, make it really spiky and sharp looking. I'm pretty excited. It's gonna hurt like hell.
I'm excited to find out if it's actually going to hurt more than the one he did across my chest, because that one fucking hurt.
So, uh, if anybody wants to hang out Saturday morning and grab some Denny's breakfast, maybe let me know? I'm not doing much, I'd love to hang out for a bit.
Please?
It's almost a little scary here with all the traffic and people. I've avoided a few traffic accidents so far. Great!
So here's "teh deetz". I'm here for fucking ever, and I'm 99% sure I'll have at least a daily e-mail check going on, so if anybody wants to hang out for drinks, or lunch, or nothing because you're poor, or breakfast, or nothing because you're obviously to cool for food, just write me an e-mail.
Please don't add "FWD" to the subject line, I won't see it, it doesn't even get through to my inbox. Don't forward me bullshit or I will burn down your house.
Love you guys. Hope to hang out etc.
I drove for thirteen straight fucking hours today. I am the walking dead.
I'm over in Kamloops with a nice lady Kaitlin met when she was in Olds last week, letting us crash here.
Anyway, I'll be in Victoria tomorrow.
BEERS = MANDATORY.
Now here's some hilarious shit. The following is an ACTUAL PHONE MESSAGE left to a girl named Olga (I think) by some douchebag named Dimitri. Listeners of the "Keith and the Girl" podcast will already be familiar with these embeds, but I leave them for the benefit of the rest of you.
Dimitri the Stud, re-enacted by Eric Anderson, parts one and two.
The only Wikipedia article you'll ever need.
I should convert that to a .txt file and save it on my iPod. You know. Just in case.
No way in hell was I meant to live by myself. Christ, it's been all of, what, four days? I'm a mess. I did nothing today. I was awake for 12 hours, and all I did was drive to Tim Hortons for coffee and a sandwich. I spent the remainder of my day trying to get interested in things to pass the time.
I don't care if me needing somebody else to make me happy is a bad thing. I don't care that I whined like this the last time she was gone for a week, either. I hate sleeping alone, and I hate how dumb it is that I start to get depressed after four days. All I do is sit here and ruminate on how lonely I am, too.
Wednesday I've got to do something. Anything. Once that day's over, I'll have work on Thursday and Friday to keep me busy, which is good. Friday after work I'm driving back down to Olds to spend the night with her in her dorm, Saturday we wander around in Olds together, and Sunday we drop Katelyn off at the airport, enjoy the long ride home together, and everything is back to normal.
I have to make it just under three full days, then it'll be good again
I'm not working until Thursday. Dunno if I mentioned that yet, but there it is.
Kaitlin and Katelyn are off to their wool spinning course in Olds (100km north of Calgary) until Saturday. I drove for 12 hours on Friday to get them there. Six hours in a car by yourself is an interesting thing. Thankfully I had more than enough podcasts to keep me entertained on the lonely ride home, so it was fine. I got back home and wasn't even tired!
Saturday morning my dad and I went to my parents' 160 acre property in Saskatchewan to do some work. Put up about a half-mile of fencing (think the length of Belmont high school, twice), picked up a bunch of large rocks, fixed a quad, and even managed to get in some target practice with the .22. We were out of there by noon today, back home by about 3pm.
Kaitlin won't be done her course until Friday evening, and I'm picking them up Saturday morning. That leaves me six more days on my own, and I will only be working for two of those days.
Does it make me less of a complete person if I find I'm unable to really do much of anything without my wife there to support me? I don't care, that's how it is, bollocks to you if you think that makes me silly.
I'm gonna hit up some GTA IV later, try to progress my story a bit. Maybe try a few other games to pass the time.
Maybe I'll even do some laundry.
Descartes was at a party with a few of his students. One of the students offered him a glass of wine, not knowing that Descartes was a teetotaler.
"I think not," Descartes said, and he disappeared.
Kaitlin and I were at Walmart on Friday buying some stuff, and the self check-out kiosk fucked up, so the employee girl came over and entered her employee code to fix it.
Little did she know, I memorized her login.
Something fucked up a few items later, so I tried her login and it totally worked.
I am going to abuse this.
