Eight Hundred Days

800 days ago my darling sisters and I got our cupcake tattoos.

I was horrible to them while growing up. But I'm trying to make up for it now. They are amazing and wonderful.
I love them.



Even though they hate me taking photos of them.



Also? I'm really glad that I have grown my hair, cut a fringe, and stopped wearing those red glasses. Yeesh.

Week Forty-Two

Sunday
Sunday, oh Sunday. Still exploring Park Place.


Monday
I drunkenly missed the last train home. Craig drove in to town and collect me.


Tuesday
Flying out of Wellington at dusk.


Wednesday
Trepidation before leaving for the Metallica concert.


Thursday
It was sunny. We took the top off the horrible convertible we were driving.


Friday
Post tattoo and post drinks with the Divine Laura Craig and I walked past the Art in the Dark event. I loved the sign but wasn't wearing enough layers to actually go and see it.


Saturday
Amazing falafel at Fatima's. Delicious. That is all.


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