blah… i had a good weekend, went out with briz on friday, ate and ran around…went home and played World of Warcraft for a while…it’s good stuff. saturday…i got my new tattoo, this makes number 12 for me. it’s the chinese symbol for dragon, my chinese horoscope. i got it on the back of my neck, and it was an interesting sensation…i nodded off a few times. it was highly relaxing in a strange way, that and i was trying to displace all my emotions into the pain to absolve myself of them. i’m so tired of wasting energy and thought on those that aren’t worth my time. i wish i didn’t let people wrap their filthy hands around my heart so easily. i’ve been trying to uphold my end better, it’s not my loss. the intentional things people do sometimes are so hideous and disgusting, i don’t know why i associate with most of it. i think the time is coming for me to go back to what i was before. maybe it’s time to fold my wings for a while, i’ve shown them too much to those who only wish to hurt me. when did you fall so far from grace, Shallow, when did you come burning back down to the ground? i met a couple of new girls this weekend that i also happen to work with, i’ve seen them around but never spoke to them. st pats day is coming up…maybe i’ll break out my kilt to wear and show celtic pride. i’m ok to do it now that i don’t have superficial people in my life that have problems with guys that aren’t in jeans and a hemp necklace. “could never date a guy that wears eyeliner and fur coats….” i’m just a sexy bitch that way. everyone else thinks so.