Inkaholic's blog: "This is a story of a girl"

So, I redyed my hair the other day. It turns out I'm not Ash Brown either. Whatever happened to light brown, brown and dark brown for the brunettes?!??!?!?! Why is there like 18 million different colors of brown???? All I know is I used to be a dark brown... But now even the box for a dark brown is waaaaaaaay too dark for my hair color...

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Today started off by him waking me up once again. He's always waking me up. Then because I'm not getting dressed right away he's once again trying to get me to hurry up and get dressed. By this point he hasn't even taken Bandit out to go potty; the last time he was out was maybe 11:30pm last night. We get to the mall so I can try and find some more work pants for me. Of course he starts to bother me by hovering around when I am looking at clothes and making comments like I can'ty afford that or now I can because I got a nice paycheck. Then he wants to go and get some more shoes because his Converse are wearing out. Now he's once again bitching and moaning about how he spent $50 on 2 pairs of shoes and that he's broke until he gets more money from his dad. So of course I say that I will, once again, pay so he can have something to eat. Do I get a thank you? Of course not. We werer eabout to leave but then I asked him what about Bandit? Are you going to get him something? And Rocco was like no, I'm broke. I started thinking hey you got $4 in your fucking wallet AND you are seeingyour dad today for more money. SO I yelled at him in the mall and we left. The argument started to heat up more in the car on the drive home. Eva called me and asked me (kinda) if I could start at 4pm instead of 6pm. I said yes to get away from Rocco. He starts saying that I will be going to jail because I will hit him and so on and that he is tired of taking care of Bandit. I keep on reminding him that if he wants kids, taking care of Bandit is a walk in the park. We get closer to home and he says that helet Kip borrow my mom's lawn mower. I say what and he says he's kidding; he just wanted to see what I would say. Then I am finally tired of hisshit and I say that I don't trust him and stuff and he's saying that I should leave when my mom and I LET HIM INOT OUR place. So I go to work and then Sit its te fan there. We were short hella people, busy as fuck, ran out of products and I am on my period. Now I find out that a close co-worker says that I am flakey. HOW AM I FUCKING FLAKEY?!?!?! I come into work like 96% of the time they call me in early. I ALWAYS stay late. I make myself look like the bad guy. And all of the thanks I fucking get is being called flakey. How dare they. Next time they say jump, I'll say fuck you...

So the other day my new package arrived. It was my How-To Chinese Brush Animal painting kit. I thought it would be exciting to try and paint something like that. I am still working on my calligraphy, but I am better. I just have to work on the fancy stuff... anyhoo, the paint that was included in this kit looks like the type to be $4 a half ounze. So, hopefully this paycheck is mind boggingly huge, and I can go and get some different water color paints that are cheaper. That's my plan anyway. I'm putting more stuff on a Chirstmas list. If I paint something that looks some what decent, I'll post... Till then, wish me luck!

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...To get my nipples pierced in the next few weeks. Cool huh?

What is with all of the ass pictures?

So Rocco and I went out the McKelly's for dinner and a drink to celebrate my new position at work. Nothing too special, just a dollar raise and a shit load of responsibility now. Woo hoo. Can ya feel the excitement...? I had to sit through 8 fucking hours of a shift leader class on shit I already knew. But, at least I got paid for it. Now let's hope I don't have to attend anymore of these things. Other than that, my day was fucking boring...

I want to get my nipples pierced- again. I've had them done twice before. Once with hoops which didn't work out and then the second time with babrbells but they weren't healing because they weren't gold or titianium. So, I need some suggestions, Should I get them done again for the third time and hope these ones heals???

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for you are with me. Your rod and your staff, they comfort me. --------------------------------- So the Psalm 23:4 is going to be another tattoo on my left arm, just below the bend of my elbow. I just need to figure out how I want it to look...