January 31, 2008: 
I got a no. Screw that, their loss. But I got my tattoo. I'm inked. It's so surreal, looking at my wrist, and there it is. Not something that will make people go "WOW OMG THAT'S SO COOL!", but it's very me, very personal. It's perfect.

January 29, 2008: 
Tomorrow will be such a thrill. I get the answer to a question (I want a yes! Give me a yes!) and I get my sweet little life philosophy on my wrist. Four words, right there. I'm so nervous I'm about to pee in my pants.

January 20, 2008: 
Ten days! I'm grinning like an idiot.

January 16, 2008: 
Time is moving so fast and I'm walking even faster. I walk downtown instead of getting on the bus. Takes about 40 minutes, but it's so nice. Walk walk walk. Loving the weekends, by the way. Going out with good friends and dancing around like an idiot.

January 11, 2008: 
Things are getting better, slowly. Still in desperate need of a job and stability though. I shall get my hands on both. Time is my friend. And I want that tattoo. Want want want. But I'm holding on a little longer. I'm walking a lot and I've made a new friend. It's nice to be social when someone speaks the same language as you.

January 04, 2008: 
2008 hasn't been good to me so far, or maybe I have treated it badly. Who knows? All I know is it can only get better. I'm planning on getting my tattoo, which simply is a small sentence that keeps reminding me that everything will be alright.

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