Reeses' cookies and cream bar

I haven't told many people this and not even many of my close friends know but I guess its safe to tell my blog because I want to get my justifications through discreetly and silently.
I got a tattoo the other day on the inner forearm of my left arm and it is a lyric from one of my most favourtiest songs since early teenage years.
The only people who know I've inked are people who I have only seen recently, because it is quite noticable I suppose. The feeling of the pin head constantly drilling through the top layers of your skin creates a sensation that not even having a drip in your arm for a week can compare to. The pain and comfort you feel from the penetration made me feel one with receptors of both physicality and emotional pain.

People (beings in general) have been pissing me off recently. Includes past lovers, friends, acquantiances, customers at the cafe... 1. I don't like it when people talk to me like their better than me. Um, excuse me, don't label yourself under a title that you make seem that I don't fit since I'm not as "hipster" or "recent" as you are. Fuck you. 2. I can't be bothered explaining anything else. I feel sick.

I've been having lucid dreams, so much better than what daily life proves to be. SIGH! Blargudghghjgdkhaiuwerhkjsfd. Maybe its the ink mixing in with my blood?

Tonight hung out in Northbridge with Ebs, Dofa, Adam + Lisa. We were meant to go watch the Pride parade but instead being really late so just walked around and ate dip + drank @ a recently opened bar/ restaurant. Twas fun. Seeing people dressed up, being someone else for the night. A lot of tourists were around the place though which weirded me out.

Ok off to bed. Till next time