My favorite gave me a present for my birthday yesterday that I will never forget.

Well... it's not like I can anyway, since it's PERMANENTLY ETCHED into my body.



But I absolutely love it. It's been two years since I've drawn this and now I get to love it forever.



Thank you, Phuong. I loves you. But not as much as my new tattoo.

What a fuckin' week.

I spent all of Monday morning throwing up the undercooked salmon I had the prior night, and then spent the rest of the day in bed with a fever and chills. Wednesday, I went into work at 7am... only to get off at 9... THIS MORNING. 26 hours in that fucking store making it pretty for our CEO visit tomorrow. I'm so done with this week.

South Padre - make it work.