I got a tattoo from Andres over at Arsenal Tattoo for a whopping 0$. That's right, I got it free. Andres if you're reading this I'm coming in to tip you tomorrow. Andres works off of tips because he's an Apprentice. He can't charge for tattoos until he's no longer an apprentice, which is solely up to his boss, Cliff. It's the Dillon Family Coat of Arms, which is a red Lion rampant (a side profile of a lion with his right front paw raised) surrounded by three red crescent moons. All of this chills on a white shield and is pretty badass. That's right, I DID just say "chills." Anyways stating that the crest is badass kinda goes without saying because to be a Dillon is to be badass. Unless you're Matt Dillon...he's a terrible actor. So word to my homies (family) wherever you peoples are. Anyways, it's located on my right shoulder. It's pretty large and it itches (that's what she said). It's surrounded by a neat floral-style filigree with four gears emerging from it. If ya know me you know I have an affinity for motorcycles and cars, and a gear just....well looks tight.
My new job has been aight lately, although I won't say it's spectacular just yet. Brazos Cleaning and Restoration. I c lean carpets/rugs and clean houses that have been damaged by water and fire. Also, supposedly 3 or 4 times a year we get to clean up hazardous material sites and death scenes. Kinda cool! Yeah, might sound creepy but how often do you get to say you got to clean up blood and get paid for it? Whoo, bring on the accidents!
My new favorite flavor of dip: Grizzly Straight. Got a bit tired of the wintergreen, I started to feel like I was eating a Christmas tree. Oh and DOWN with "Happy Holidays!" It's back to "Merry Christmas" you gay neo-anti-monotheistic bastards. No offense to the gays is intended. But I do reserve the right to use "gay" as a derogatory term.
Alas, I'm sure some of you keep up with my sister's blog, but my personal doctor for 18 years passed away. Dr. Byron Kocen was the epitomy of Straight Thuggery. That guy new all there was to know about ADHD and was one of the only people I can recall that could truly understand what a young hyperactive kid dealt with in school.
I'm a little bored lately now that Sons of Anarchy is over for the season and that I've finally caught up with the 4 seasons of Lost. I read 300 pages yesterday and finished The Highwayman, a novel by R.A. Salvatore (I call him Bob.) Aaron Clay was a godsend when he came over to hangout yesterday. He brought me another 6 books or so. Super excited =). I watched Meet Joe Black with h im and now I want a personal library in my home. Not just a shelf or two of rare books. I mean bookcase upon bookcase of novels.
Aha, new favorite beverage. Hot mead. I seriously wanna have a Viking themed party. In fact, I just want to be a Viking right now. But without the rape and pillaging. Well...we'll see =) My new Viking name is Philip Wartooth. Benni is now Bennihana the Peevish, and Tiffany (the girl sitting next to us studying) is now Tiffany the Berserk. Yep.
I'll throw in new names for some of the peeps in my crew as well.
They are:
Me: Philip the Cold (It came up with that when I listed myself as "uncaring")
David: Dagfari the Red (Red hair..duh)
Tim: Gaylord the Peevish (haha, ok ok, Timothy the Complaining, which isn't much better HA!)
Chris: Kristopher the Unchaste (yoooouuu manwhore)
Kevin: Ketil Nohair (That's what the name-generator came up with, I swear)
Aaron: Aaron Blackaxe (for obvious reasons)
Benni: Bennihana the Meek (or "the Gay" but that's up to everyone else)
That's all I'm gonna post about for now, but here's the tat for your entertainment pleasure,
Raping and pillaging a town near you,
Philip the Cold (*badass guitar riff accompaniment*)
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