Wicker Park Fest

I'm so sleep deprived. I'm seriously dying.

I'm chilling on Sara's porch because she won't wake up and let me in. I'm pissed. But it happens, I suppose.

This morning started off with a surprise. But it was a good surprise. I don't know. It's just comforting to not have to feel like I've been forgotten about.

Kyle says the tattoo is healing up nicely. It's driving me crazy. I hate scabs. Absolutely hate them. Not to mention, it still hurts like hell. But what else can be expected? People won't keep their hands off of it. I swear, people are such dumbasses. "Oh wow, you just got it yesterday?!" *proceeds to rub it* I'm just ready for it to heal up. Then I can get it touched up and start on the fill.
I really like detached tattoos, but I'm going to need some kind of fill to tie it in with whatever I decide to get on the underneath. I wanted a Rock'em Sock'em Robot. But crazy enough, Kyle's already done one for another girl. Go figure.

Wicker Park Fest is actually going a lot better than I expected. Bishop Allen was nothing short of amazing. And Joan of Arc surprised me. Tonightttt, Maps and Atlases. Woo!!!! Lemme be excited. I can handle it if I'm not comparing it to say, some show in Maryland going on today.

Sultan's soon. Hells yes.