So I was just saying the other day how my life is better than it's ever been. Right now. Right now I am the best I have been. I am making more than I ever made at any other job (minus the 2 months I was at the call center). I have my own apartment again. I paid off my car and my $7,000 credit card I was paying on for a long time. The only debt I have right now is my student loan (which I'll be paying forever and I'm okay with that) and the money I owe my parents (which has no real due date). I'm in a good relationship. I like my job. I just got a raise, actually! Everything is good.
And then the girlfriend and I start talking about tattoos. And she tells me how it's such a bad idea to get a tattoo with someone or for someone unless it's family or someone who's dead. I said I hadn't really thought about it but I would think it would be okay to get one with a spouse because marriage is supposed to be forever. She disagrees, because marriage isn't for forever 50% of the time. Aaaaaand then she tells me two exes of hers have her name tattooed on them. Two people out there have her name permanently in their skin. I wonder if her most recent ex - who is allllllllways calling her - is one of them. Ugh. Come on, self, don't let this ruin your weekend.
Fucking tattoos.
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