When life is all a bit too much

Sometimes when life just seems a bit too too much? 
I buy hair dye and strange nail polish and spend Saturday night all alone just being quiet. Shhhh. It'd be silent here at Park Place except the heater is humming and my fingers are taptaptapping against this iPad.

I watched just the littlest bit of the Royal Wedding last night. It was on but silent and I was hanging out with a coworker. That was much much more fun than listening to the inane commentary. 

35 hours from now I will be climbing the stairs to my garret tattoo studio (it is attic-like but not wretched) for my new tattoo. I am ridiculously, goosebump-ily excited. 

Sometimes you just have to focus on the small things - feeling pretty, people who make you laugh, adding to my personal art gallery.