Tattoo pics, and a little mindless kvetching.

I’m really too tired to write. Ted’s been ill, so I’ve covered his shifts, and between that, the endless bombardment of idiocy from my beloved theatre patrons, my body’s shock from the tattoo and the repiercings, and the cold I feel coming on… I’m just fuckin’ done in.

Done in.

So Dee, Karen, and Ingrid… I still need to email you. I tried, but it was all nonsense. I’ll try to get a moment in at work tomorrow — I’ve been the only one in the office for two days now, and I’ve had zero peace.

Onto the tats, as pictures are the only thing I have the energy to post.

Bear in mind that my sleeve isn’t anywhere near done, and the fuckin’ digicam washes out all the color. =P

I’m sure it’s obvious, but the top two pics are mine, and the bottom one is Brian’s. Heh. As you can tell, he and I have very different taste in body mods. 😉