The Lazy Song

“No, I ain’t gonna comb my hair, ‘Cause I ain’t going anywhere, No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I’ll just strut in my birthday suit, And let everything hang loose.  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh, today I don’t feel like doing anything. I just wanna lay in my bed, Don’t feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone, ‘Cause today I swear I’m not doing anything.” Bruno Mars

Before I start the post, I have to thank TBoom for the 72 hours rule! She’s so right. Today marks hour 36… *sigh*

Today is one of the first weekend’s in about 12 weeks that I have nothing planned. I have nothing to do, nowhere to go, no errands to run. It might also pair with the fact that my car has been out of commission since Tuesday. This week I’ve maybe slept 5 hours each night. That’s completely unlike me. I’m a sleeper. If I could, I’d close my eyes anywhere and melt into a dream that far outreach the depth of my imagination.

Even more, I’ve been metroing everyday to work, which means  no error is allowed in what time I leave. Yes, I’ve left the house without showering this week because I knew I would miss the bus and ultimately be outrageously late for work. Now I’m at a point where my weekend is blank. The ideas of what to do are endless, unfortunately though, I’m a little incapacitated.

I decided to get my tattoo retouched and colored on Friday. It was time. I’ve had the tattoo for 2 years, and for 2 years I’ve been making excuses that I would fix it. With the first prick of the needle I realized the permanency of the tattoo. My artist, Bobby,  from Body FX (the greatest place ever!) is a genius. In the beginning, I was sure Bobby would hate me. He mentioned that it would take two hours, everything had to be redone, as if we were starting with a fresh canvas. OUCH!

So the whole time, I’m screaming and convulsing in an indecipherable gibberish. Well TBoom & Deriberry thought I was hilarious. Apparently, I went from moaning erotically… to grunting like I was in child-birth. It’s all on video, maybe one day I’ll post it. Or at least watch it for myself so I know how I react to the immense pain of 6 razor-sharp perforations per second. Brisk strokes that attack, pierce, jab at tender flesh. The multitude of awareness as the blood and plasma oozes from your damaged skin… all in order to be a walking work of art. Definitely worth it.

I’m really excited that I didn’t cry. I mean TBoom, & Deri rubbing my back really helped. That sense of pressure and understanding motivated me to stay strong and not break down.

I can’t wait for the next one. This time more graphic, more intricate, more painful… YAY!


For anyone looking to get a tattoo I would definitely check out Body FX. Though the drive is brutal, the staff is amazing. They know exactly what they are doing. Prices are extremely reasonable. And they are funny.

Now it’s time to just rest and relax my foot. Keep it elevated. But how do I keep the boredom away?

I don’t want to watch anymore t.v. I’m not in the mood to read anything. Even though I went to bed around 1am, I couldn’t sleep in. I woke up before 9am. Now I’m writing… Guess I’ll just take a nap? Maybe someone wants to come over for movie night?


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