if you want me then i will tell ya, too bad 'cuz i gotta be myself.

and there's only so many years

i'm gonna give my love to you

and i spent the last one hidden away

screaming my lungs out with nothing to say

I got kicked out of my house the night before my birthday.

Yeah. How's that for an attention getter?

Fear not, I'm currently sitting comfortably at my desk like always, rocking out to random tunes as always, and about to start studying. [Do I ever not study, you ask? No. I may only have class 3 times a week, but I study at least an hour a day. yeah. it's like THAT.] But I digress. Apparently it takes quite a lot these days to get me to lose my temper. I have found healthier, far less emotionally damaging [for others, that is] methods of venting my anger. Exercise, writing, baking [i <3 pie], sex [though who knows when the last time that happened was... siiiiigh...], but you see my point. However, after busting ass on a 24/7 basis when someone who has been trying to push your buttons for the last month comes at you in a full on fury I felt I had no choice but to fucking REACT. Holy SHIT I have not been that angry since I don't know when. Long story short, my fury was directed at dad, as he was the one doing the button pushing. You know what's awesome? When someone uses your issues and well known epic temper against you. It was like arguing with myself... If you haven't gotten to go through this particular experience I suggest against it. Really doesn't get you anywhere. Buuuut yeah. Parentals and their points they feel they have to make. FUN. [we put the FUN in dysFUNctional. HA. HA.]

Enough of that bullshit. Why talk about shitty stuff when there's happier things to discuss? Like... my TATTOOOO! YAAAYYYYY.. I've only been talking about getting this piece since I was... ohhh I dunno... 20 probably? This, unfortunately, is not it's full glory as we couldn't go much farther in this sitting. We got the outline and the basic black shading put on. [almost 4 hours in the chair... CHAMP] Once this finishes healing and I scrounge up another bill I go back and get the browns and tans laid down for the tree trunk. The ideal end image will have such varied tones and shading that it will look... gorgeous. epic. FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC, if you will. The leaves will be last. And yes, they will be green, this is a happy, living Aly Tree. Oh, and that reminds me... it is NOT a tree of life. You call it that and I will punch you in the mouth. That is so generic. Cool concept, mind, nothing against it or people who have them. Just not for me. Now calling it an Aly Tree of Life I might let that slide 'cuz sometimes I describe it that way. Conclusion of this story; I want more tattoos. I'm going to run out of body one of these days if I keep this up. Hah. Walking art, I love it.

because my love is strong

and my heart is weak

after all.

courtesy;the.avett.brothers/the.delta.spirit.