Finished.

I finally got my tattoos finished, I don't think I told you guys, but here they are. In all their awful but matching now, glory.

I partially regret them but not to the point that I regret them enough to hate them. I would just rather I hadn't jumped the gnu. Maybe my parents (all parents) are right. but who cares, Gotta make decisions and be who you are, right?

I like them now they are matching, i'm just not in love with them. But I'm not in love with the rest of my body either really, need to get losing weight again I've gained so much and with Christmas coming up i would really rather that I wasn't a giant snowman made of human by new years.

I just get so lazy and want to lie in a lump forever as always, but that's not really an option, I do wonder what will become of me when I inevitably give up and live off chinese takeaway forever.