SUPAH GING3R.

oh Niz, the way you think we care about the things you say is so cute. I truly wonder if you know how neorotic and useless your teaching is, and you just pretend to ignore the blatant disregard we have for anything resembling legitamite authoritative comments that come from your mouth. I wonder if you, like us, KNOW speech arts is a joke. I wonder what you’re like in noramlity, actual life, outside of your easily annoying and broken phisod of “respectful culture.”

I wonder Niz, I wonder.

that’s when I finally got home last night from New York. we went at around 7 or 8ish and got to the actualy meat and potatoes of the city at like 9 (at Batman time.) my friend Matt was going to see his girlfriend and I decided to tag a long for the ride. so we’re all chillin’ in NY and kickin’ it up, going to resturants, shopping sprees (for his girl because, well. she’s a girl.) and ALL OF A SUDDEN

we stumble across this loveley looking tatoo parlor. it just so happened that I’d cashed my check right before we went, and soooooo… ;]

after four and a half hours under the needle (from 8:18 to 2:09) I was about ready to die. cool thing is, with the ammount of detail and colouring that went into the actual peice, plus the lenghty lenght of it, I wasn’t supposed to be able to sit through something like for my first time in one sitting. but I did. and everyone was like 0_o

and I was like yeh.

let’s just say I’m gonna have a pretty cool trinket to show everyone from my wee hourly morning to the city that never sleeps.

that I could be omnomnoming right now. but as fate would have it, I’m stuck at my dad’s tonight, and we have no food. like, d’you know that cutoff point where there’s just nothing to eat in your house aside from salt and ketchup?

well, we’ve been there for about three weeks now. it’s awesome, lemme tell ya.