Tattooes, handbags and the ex next door.
2008-02-15 - 12:58 p.m.

Today I am going to get my horrific-mistake-of-a-tattoo covered with something altogether lovely. Might post before & after pics. I think I made an excellent design to go over top with no knowing there was something disgusting underneath!

In other news, I am having no luck finding a job, still. It's frustrating and disheartening but I just have to keep my faith in God that it'll all work out just fine when it's meant to. It's not like I'm sitting on my ass and going "I pray for a job, where the hell is it already?", Im actually applying actively for anything I think I could do whilst at university.

Being single is... well... dumb. And news on that, my ex thinks it'd be a great idea that out of the whole of Wellington he'd like to move into the flat right next to mine. I protested. He told me I'd have to get over it.

Honestly, out of the whole of Wellington the only place you want to move in is next door? What the fuck? I am at a loss to understand this crazy boy.

There was a ditzy girl at the counter in a department store yesterday. She put through a $45 bag (on sale with 30% off) as $10. I'm sure thats not right. I'm not too good at maths, but I'm pretty sure that thirty percent off of 45 is NOT 10 bucks.

So that was an awesome valentines gift for myself.

And I went out to dinner with my single flatmates. That was nice.

Now valentines is over, I can relax, as all the advertisements clock over to easter, there is less stress in the air. I can do easter.

Uni in ten days-ish. Gosh. I can't wait to get back into it, but on the other hand I just want to relax. And six papers a semester is NOT relaxing.

Alright, I'm going to get tattooed now. :)

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