YAY OIL...and Tatoos

Aaayeeeah!!! My boys won another game!!! That's us...cling by your finger nails and then go Mission Impossible on their A$$!!! LOVE IT!

I heard via Darren's Blog of girl's lower back tattoos being called a "tramp stamp" I don't necessarily agree, though I can't say I won't use the term - it just rolls right off your tongue! A tattoo is like the forbidden fruit to me. I want one, I've thought a lot about one, I can practically taste it, on some level I know it will make me just that much smarter, but then I will be kicked out of the "un-sullied body club" of eden forever. FOREVER. I just can't do it.

Thoughts on tattoos?

*SQUISH*

I think that is the sound that my brain makes when some of the thoughts that I've been cramming in fall out the back. Then they are caught by the thought-catcher which has the irritating habit of shoving them back into my brain right when I'm about to fall asleep causing me to sit bolt upright and say "I have to call Purolator at 9:00 AM tomorrow!!" and thus disrupting my almost sleep. Doesn't matter sleep isn't going to help me at this point. Here are some of the thoughts from my overflowing brain:
- I wonder if the Aquarium is open evenings in the summer.
- Should I get that new video iPod and sell my mini?
- What am I going to do about a job in two weeks?
- My head hurts from everything that's in it (none of which is really that useful) I think I'm going to have an episode soon...I'm sure there will be straight-jackets involved.
- I hope the pub isn't busy tonight and that they have the beef dip on special.
- Is it unethical to shop on EBAY while I have a mountain of work that I'm not doing?
- I need to find out if Apple has screen writing software.
- I wonder what Derek is thinking right now.

Finis
(...I wish I actually was!!!)