Hurt Me.

From tattoo night

I got a new tattoo! she's Erzulie, sort of the mother Mary of the voodoo religion. She is an earth mother; cares for her youngins the way I try to mine. She can be a little more girly than me but I need to embrace more feminine qualities anyway. Brant did it in exchange for some photography and experience. It hurt in that area more than it did on my shoulder or ankle- ow!- but I like it.
Sandbox happened last weekend. It was a little lackluster for me. I was trying to keep myself together and not fall apart and not drink too much and not talk too much and.......the pictures show it. ah well. Next month Michael will be with me and it'll be gorgeous.
I think the planets are in a very fucked up sort of alignment lately. for the past few days everyone, and I mean everyone, has been a gigantic asshole. I'm managing so far to not suck it all in and respond in kind but the longer it goes on the harder it gets. wheeeeeee!
I'm really trying here. As hard as it is, and as humiliating as it can be, I know I'll be a better, stronger person in the end.
At least it's all worth it.
Off to the laundry.