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New Tattoo Exclusive!

Record released on 2003-03-17 at 6:08 p.m.

It makes me feel uneasy when suddenly there's silence in place of the giggling, the stupid comments and the sighs of appreciation when a beautiful girl appears on the screen. Once again Y is on his way home and I'm left on my own and completely exhausted. I feel absolutely awful right now. Shredded. I did far too much over the weekend and I'm going to pay for it all week, but it was worth it for the fantastic time we had. I've got a sore leg from the scabbed-up tattoo which will start peeling pretty soon and reveal a smooth, curly dragon, and I have aches running through every inch of the rest of me. I also have a cup of coffee that's gone cold because I got carried away reading all the diaries I'd missed out on over the weekend and forgot about it... oops!

Oh boy, what a weekend it was. It was just what I needed to at least try to keep the images of the hospital at bay. I headed down to meet Y from the station on thursday night and encountered a lookalike of one of the characters from Last Of The Summer Wine. Not exactly being a fan, I can't swear to getting this correct but I think the name of the character he looked like was Clegg. he had the cap and everything. This meant that by the time Y arrived I had the theme tune to the damn programme stuck in my head. We headed down into the town for some chips straight away, then found half the town was absent, presumed missing. There were whole pavements that had vanished, thanks to some gas works that were attacking every inch of them.

We navigated them and ended up in the chippy, where a cap caught my eye across the queue.

"Oh NO!" I hissed, "That's the lookalike I was telling you about!"

I'd only just managed to get the damn tune out my head when the sight of him forced it back again! But it didn;t put us off our chips which we bought and took into the town to eat while watching the world go by. It was a cold but clear and peaceful evening, and there seemed to be very few people wandering around. The chips were excellent, for anyone who should care to know, and afterwards we made our way slowly home where I unleashed a nasty surprise Hoob sticker book on Y :)

The evening flew by, and before I knew it it was friday - tattoo day! Despite having been through it all twice before I was still a little nervous, I have to admit. I don't know why - it's as though I somehow expected it was suddenly going to be really, really painful. After a quick train journey and a short walk with lots of rests we arrived. I have *never* seen the tattoo place that busy, ever. I don't know whether it was the time of day or what - usually when i take my designs in it's in the afternoon and this was 11 a.m.

Every time we tried to get through the door there was someone else trying to go out! when we finally pushed our way in we had to wait a while before I could go through to have my tattoo done. I studied the range of jewellery on the counter while we waited - I've been thinking about having my belly button pierced for a long time and I've finally decided to go for it in a couple of weeks - so i was more or less choosing which one I'd go for. There was also a nasty donut-related surprise on the wall which Y and I will be enquiring about at some point. Hmm.

It was still strange to see my sheets on the wall. I'm used to seeing them on the back of my door and in my art case, not on the walls of a tattooist's, waiting for people to select one. And isn't it funny what crap you'll read from start to finish on walls when you've been waiting ages for something? I stood and read the entire list of ages of consent for all different types of piercing, how much each one costs and how long each one takes to heal. But at long last I went through for my tattoo.

Did I mention how gorgeous the new tattooist there is? Did I mention how beautiful and unusual and curvy she is? I had been dying for Y to meet her ever since I forst met her last septembber. then I got to look at her for two whole hours while she tattooed me. You can't get much better than that! It was an interesting two hours, that's for sure. It was the first tattoo that I'd been able to actually watch being done and that made all the difference somehow. The other 2 hadn't been painful really, but they'd been sort of sore. This one barely registered.

Having a tattoo is a very sexy feeling, especially when you've had some nasty pain. you know - pain from being ill or hurt. I think that teaches you that what results from the needle sketching on your skin isn't real pain, it's just a method to creating something beautiful. It's not enough to just *want* a tattoo - you have to feel a real *need* for it, too. If you only do it because everyone else is , not because you feel there's a tattoo waiting to get out of you, that's the time you might end up regretting it a bit. Hmm, tattoo philosophies ;)

There was a very attractive girl having a large tattoo across the side of her stomach while I was in there. Her brother was waiting outside, about to have a tattoo as well, and interestingly it was definitely the girl who was most able to cope. Y told me that every time the needle started up, the man jumped and looked around nervously - and when he first started to have the tattoo he declared, "It fucking rips through me, man!" They gave him a lollypop to keep him quiet in the end!

There was also a man who was waiting for the (also attractive) piercing lady to arrive for some 'jewellery'. Y told me they pulled the curtain when he went through and I explained rather wincefully that he was probably having a, err, Prince Albert from what I'd heard :/ Yeow!

The beautiful tattooist and I chatted while she tattooed. she told me all about the designs she's got across her body, about which ones hurt and which didn't, and about her upcoming wedding. Then for the first time I had a real face-to-face conversation about my CFS with someone who really understood, because her mother has suffered from it for years. She nicknamed me the Dragon Queen because of all my dragon designs from this year's batch, which I really liked being called :)

Finally, the tattoo was complete. I looked at it in the mirror and grinned. I'm thrilled with it and I can't wait for the summer to show it off properly. I managed to sneak a hug before I left as well, and Y and I left for a Wimpy and to buy some porn. The Wimpy was far better quality than the porn, it has to be said, despite the utterly miserable woman who served us. You'd have thought she'd just been forced to watch an Eldorado marathon or something! I was also desturbed by the heavy weight of the glasses they served the drinks in. You needed a fork-lift truck to get them off the table! Plus, why we were offered ketchup when they had already (unwantedly!!!) stuck it in the bun I will never know!

When we finished, we went off to buy some porn and then headed home. The porn was of very poor quality which was a disappointment and we'll have to insure we find better next time. By the time we got back I was absolutely exhausted. I couldn't move. My head throbbed and every inch of my body yawned. We rested all evening (well, except for when we err.... but that's another story!) and kept one eye cautiously on Red Nose Day, which was pretty bad this year. Though thankfully the presence of it would explain the people wandering around in pyjamas and cherry bakewell-eating people we'd encountered that day!

Saturday was spent pretty much resting and watching football, then me falling asleep on Y every time my eyelids fluttered closed. But that evening we decided to go for a chinese meal with the money Y's dad gave us for my birthday (belatedly!) It was a beautiful evening and we took a slow walk there, stopping off at benches on the way. The meal was excellent, despite the scary fish in tanks that kept an evil eye on us the whole time. Fish, I decided, have their own agenda.

The walk home was really lovely as well. We stopped at a video rental shop to pore through the ex-rental tapes and found ourselves an Asia Argento film! And we also stopped in at McDonalds for a rest, a warm-up and a drink before we made the rest of the walk home. We caused a little havoc in there. i still want to annoy people by calling it M.C. Donalds, as though it's a rapper, and we also decided we should call everything 'Mc' to play them at their own game.

"Can I have a McStraw please?"

"That's not the correct McChange you've given me!"

"Can you direct me to the McToilet?"

We slunk off home exhausted in the end and decided to watch some Spaced episodes before heading to bed. By Sunday I felt so rough that I just wanted to go and curl up in the corner and hide until the world had finished turning. I was so tired that we did nothing all day but rest and watch videos. Robotrix and the Asia Argento tape were the order of the day :) I snoozed on and off which annoyed me because I felt like I was wasting time.

I was feeling pretty much the same today. We watched some Tweenies, ate some spaghetti and had a slight emergency when the batteries in my favourite vibrator had been leaking and I feared that it was broken (but it wasn't. You can all rest easy!) We were also appaulled by the quality of Blues Clues today - I'm sorry but I can't understand why Blue would want to make up a dance about spaghetti! I mean, ours was bloody nice but I wouldn't want to dance about it! sadly, the weekend came to an end and I walked Y back to the station in the sun. It's been a fantastic if tiring few days, and even if I pay for it all week I don't care :)

Right now I'm off to rest a bit. By the way, the fault with the private folder is a diaryland thing I think because the same thing's happened to me when I've tried to get to other people's private entries. It's as though it takes a while for it to realise that it's in the private folder. So I'm going to link the bit on the menu to the 'older' page for private entries which should solve the problem. I hope! :)

What's On: Emmerdale, in the hope I might see the Kelly Osbourne Doritos ad again!

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