So at the end of last month, I got my dragon tattoo finished. I’m quite pleased with how it ended up. The colouring is not what we were going to go with originally, but after lots of discussion and looking at different inks and whatnot, this is what I decided on. It’s going to need touch ups, but overall… I’m quite pleased. 
The scabs have almost all fallen off now, which is a blessing… I’ve had difficultly this time around. I think out of all my tattoo work, this one ended up being the one that bled the most, and was the most itchy during the healing process. Next up… my Hellraiser sleeve. I’m excited.
These last few weeks have been hectic and maddening. Work has been driving me up the wall… I looking into applying for a different position. As much as I love working nights and having the freedoms that brings, I’m sick and tired of the drama that is going on during my shift. It’s like I’m living in an episode of The Hills. Too much drama. And the friend I thought I had made… turns out I really, really cannot stand her. She makes fun of me for my stance on animals rights and my desire to be vegan, and she mispronounces Rammstein, because she knows it annoys me. More often than not I just want to punch her in the head. But… I’ve decided to stick with her, because when she’s not being an ass, we do actually get on quite well and she does make me laugh.
The new birth control I’m on is causing quite a stir in my systems. I’m only supposed to get my period once every three months, and not even the end of my first month, it hit me in the middle of work and I’ve been suffering maliciously at the hands of cramps and PMS ever since. I’m going to let this one pass though, and keep going on it, because it did say in the leaflet that I might get my period while my system gets used to the hormones. If it happens again, however… I will be taking it up with the doctor and getting onto something else. Curse you, fickle female human body.
Anyone who knows me knows that I don’t respond well to being hit on, or complimented. I just… don’t really respond at all, because in all honesty… I don’t really know how. It think it’s because I’ve been bullied so much about who I am and how I look, I can’t seem to tell the difference between sarcasm and sincerity. So I just… shut myself off to it. It also doesn’t help that in my relationships, they’ve always been really serious almost immediately and when I was single, I never actively looked for girl/boyfriend, so I never really did much of that… reading the mating calls of others stuff. I can’t tell if people are actually legitimately hitting on me, making fun of me, or just being nice. My friend Dave is one of these people. With him, I just cannot tell if he’s making a move on me, or if he’s just being nice. He’s always calling me pet names, like darling or sweetie, and he leans into me when we’re on the couch or finds some way to brush his arm past mine or touch my shoulder or something. I don’t even know if he’s conscious of doing it. I am always aware of it, because when it happens, my brain freezes and it’s like “OMGWHATDIDHEJUSTDOTHERE.” Tonight, he did something he’s never done before – he kissed me on top of my head. I don’t know what to make of it, or if there is anything to make of it. Maybe I’m just being a paranoid idiot, I don’t know. He is my friend, so I don’t want to stir something up over nothing and lose him. But on the other hand, if he is making passes at me, I don’t want to lead him on in any way. I wish people were programmed with something like the Shinigami eyes from Death Note. Instead of life expectancies and names however, it would read peoples’ intentions. So much easier. 
I’m working on the new layout right now. I have high hopes for how it’s going to turn out. Hopefully I’ll have that up within the next week or so. I have my fingers crossed.
