This Is Not A Democracy

So, I'm eating a Sub for lunch that is drenched in Ranch dressing.

Some of said dressing dripped out of Sub and landed on my Trohttoo. Without thinking, I licked it off.

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fadefromblack - I just licked a condiment off of Joe Trohman. AND IT WASN'T HORSERADISH SAUCE.

It looks crooked (one star point is, actually) and the lighting is bad in the pic but kids, you gotta get the Cobra bless, now.




I am so in love with the cityscape and the writing on this. So. in. love.

Edit: So I'm going to add in some stuff about today...

There was a guy in the studio when I was there - he clearly worked there or knew the guys - called Craig. He knew all about Andy Hurley's tattoos. It was pretty weird. He also had a straightedge patch sewn onto his bag. He was sweet. It's just a shame he wasn't chubbier and less shaven-headed.

I had more "Oh, wow!" comments about my jumpwings, which is always nice, and I definitely recommend these guys for anyone looking for a tattooist in London. They're really friendly and laid back. My tattoo also ended up costing me £70 less than I was told, so that's definitely good.

The fact the star is a bit crooked will probably niggle at me, but it comes from my own drawing and it doesn't look crooked all the time - when I have my arm in a more natural position it hardly notices at all. I can still see myself getting pissy about it and having it fixed at some point in the future, though. Even if it is awesome.

I'm already planning the next one. "So thank your lucky stars" along my right arm, opposite my "for the scars and stories" tattoo. I might get the time tree from The Longue Duree on the left shoulder, opposite this one, as well. I think it's so pretty...

But yes. My tattoos are made of win, right now.

Officially getting mystery tattoo tonight. 5.30pm, Eclipse Camden.

Who wants to come with and be first to see it? Don't want to go alone, really, but I will if I have to.

New layout. Again.

The old one was both tacky and childish.

Yesterday was cool. I met up with the lovely satsuma77, babygotbass and _lolapolooza and their friend, who I believe was called Megan(?). I'd never been to Ping Pong before, but the food there was amazing. They only do Dim Sum. Coffee peeps will definitely need to go there one day.

Elise also came with me to speak to a rather patronising guy at Frith Street Studio (as recommended by kenix - cheers, dude), where I will be getting my Cobra on 4th August. I looked through some of the artists and chose Piotrek. He wasn't there at the time, but the guy I spoke to assures me that we can talk about it on the day and he'll re-draw it and stuff then. He thinks it will take three and a half hours and cost me up to £300. O_O Fortunately, I get paid on the day we hit Leeds for the festival and I have all the other stuff paid for.

I'm really looking forward to it, but I think I could do with someone to come with me, if they can. Any offers?

Some pics from Chicago:

Tatts on the beach (my new jumpwings, ft. bad sunburn):


Lib's 'Slump tattoo vs. my Champagne tattoo. In Borders cafe in Chicago. Ya rly.


Borders, Michigan Avenue. We don't know if this is The Borders, but we like to pretend it is.


Johnny Rocket's! There are no booths inside, like there are in Seattle. This makes me sad.


The postboxes are pure comedy:



I have a few pictures of the Lake, but those are kind of boring.

Okay, so, my tattoo binge continues.

I will get at least one, if not both of the following in Chicago when we go.


Location: along the outside of my left arm, from my wristbone.
Reason: my left arm has basically one strip that is not heavily scarred by self-mutilation from my teens; however, I am not in any way ashamed of my scars - they remind me of the times in my life that made me who I am now. All of my tattoos are going to be symbolic or part of a story. In that strip I want these words. Yeah, they're from a line in a Fall Out Boy song, and yeah, one day, I might not be as huge a fan any more. But I am at this point in my life, and the line is from the first track on From Under the Cork Tree which I truly, truly loved. Even today, I had that song on repeat from 10.30am until I replaced my batteries at 4.45pm. I just fucking adore it. And that line makes so much sense in the context of the tattoo. It could have come from a book, or a film and it would still resonate. It will also be a reminder of our trip to Chicago - which in itself is part of the story. My opinions may change in the future, but the past just won't.

I am my own history book.

The other is this:

Location: either small on my left inner-wrist (the only other place with a small patch of unscarred skin) or this size between my shoulder blades.
This symbol is that of the 101st (and 82nd) Airborne Division. They were some of the men who jumped into Normandy on D-Day (6 June, 1944), and then Holland for Market Garden. It was the 101st, particularly the 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment, that comprised the Battered Bastards of Bastogne. The men who fought the Battle of the Bulge, and liberated Landsberg concentration camp. Easy Company of the 506th went on to take Hitler's Eagle's Nest at Berchtesgaden, the Nazi-only town in the Alps.

They are the men immortalised in Band of Brothers, and they are my heroes. I want to record that.

I think I'm going to get a new tattoo tomorrow.

Red emostars.

Shut up.

I've been resisting getting stars for ages and I really don't care any more: I love the way they look.

Hopefully, it'll be a large red star on my inner elbow, with a scattering of smaller stars around it. Because I'm not a cliche or anything.

>.> <.<

It's really tempting to get my labret re-pierced as well. But I won't.

ALSO: I JUST GOT AGREED SALE ON THE HAMMERSMITH TICKETS! JULIE AND I ARE GOING TO SEE FALL OUT BOY!!!

♥