And I Will Tell You This….

New Orleans is a month away. I’m not only excited, I’m fucking thrilled.
I need a vacation so badly. I  haven’t been anywhere in ages.
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I was speaking with my tattoo artist last night and he wants to have my arm finished before July, he thinks that he wants to submit it to the International Tattoo Expo that is here. I’m nervous about this, I’ve never been much of a joiner. I don’t attend conventions, I don’t join clubs, I just kind of enjoy things quietly…on my own. The only exception is the Horror Movie Convention that passes through Los Angeles every few years, its incredible. I went two years ago and got to sit on the lap of my child hood crush, Freddy Kruger. It was fantastic.
I have a friend in New Orleans that does a Pirate-for-Hire group. They all dress up in amazing costumes and are available to rent for parties, events, etc. She told me that she is opening a chapter in my area and wanted to know if I was interested. I thought, shook my head yes and told her no. I don’t like getting involved in a "scene". Im so beyond that. It’s nothing but drama and gossip and rumors and- pfft. A mess. I realize that this does limit me from almost all social events and I’m kind of okay with that. Not that I’m anti-social, I just hate…and love…the whole idea of it. I get way too wrapped up in things, get too involved, it’s best to stand back and just take some pictures. I’m better at that, anyway.
Maybe things will change once the surgery stops pending and becomes something I can put on my calendar, something I can prepare for. Everything  until then seems….like a waste.