So, I got another tattoo today. This one is definitely the last one. All I can saw is 'oooooowwwwwwww....' Ouch. It's on my wrist. I'm not going to try to describe it, cos it'll not do it justice, so I'll wait until I have the technology to put up a photo and then do so if anybody desperately wants to have a swatch.
Other things I have been doing recently:
Friday - Going home on a plane. And a train. And a bus. And a taxi. (sounds like that George Harrison song 'Any Road'll Take You There')
Friday - Dinner at my friend's boyfriend's house and playing Deal or No Deal (even though I still don't really understand how it's supposed to work)
Sat - Shopping with aforementioned friend and boyfriend for a birthday outfit that would not only be sexy without being too slutty, but also accentuate my boobs in a non-obvious way. (Totally found it)
Sat - Spending far too much time in my ex-flatmate's new flatmate's bedroom going through her tight drawer, looking for suitable tights (I had her permission)
Sat - Partying it up in a restaurant in Leith/Potterrow
Sat - Dancing like a wild thing. (grrrr)
Since last Monday - Definitely not getting enough sleep
Sunday - Accidentally making Peej's mum cry
Today - Getting inked, baby
That is all.
Saturday night was awesome and not only did my wonderful mate Katie draw me a horse, but she also made a very lovely speech. I think I then licked her finger in thanks. I dunno. I remember a lot of licking going on. We're a friendly bunch.
I managed to get a Pocoyo DVD from Claire (freaking score!) and seamonkeys! And, you know, other grown up stuff. Also, Bromwell High on DVD and Scissor Sisters DVD. (God bless Virgin sales)
I go back to France tomorrow (if I really must - I'm going back to an enormous pile of uni work). Have been stuffing myself full of Walkers Sensations, mature Orkney cheddar cheese and Irn Bru in preparation.