Goodness Gracious

Today, I got a message on MySpace from this girl that I had met at work the other day.  It was four AM and I had no customers so we had a good chat.  She owns a tattoo shop and I talked about how I had wanted to get into tattooing at one point and I was really into drawing for a while.  

"Check this out, after we talked the other night at Plaid, I got to thinkin.  I'm looking for another front person at my tattoo studio, and I got a really good feeling from you as a person.  So if it's something that sounds interesting to you, give me a call and I'll break it down for you.  Cheers, Marcii"

It's almost unreal.  If that works out I will most likely be one hell of a happy man.  No more Plaid Pantry? Jesus, I can't even imagine it!  Plus, it's a perfect opportunity for friend making...about time.

Time for a Buzzsaw Brown Ale, mmm.

Schmo

Only Starting

I don't have much to say at the moment.  I just woke up from a Saturday night of drunken people watching, and just a little bit of drunken people talking.  I probably shouldn't have followed Brian the Michigan Man when he made the nervous twitch that said "let's step outside for a moment".  It's amazing how quickly you can forget that you just took a fat rip off of a chillum, sittin in the bar with Wally thinking "Jesus Christ, why do I feel so damn ridiculous all of a sudden?".  I don't take many cab rides, and attempted small talk for a moment or two, but was soon content with staring out the window being glad that I was not walking or waiting for a bus for once.

And now, it's time to put on some clothes, cook up some eggs and veggies, and head on down to the coffee shop to, once again, accomplish just about nothin.

Thank you Christi for showing me your blog, I think I like this site.

Noah