I downloaded the episode of LA Ink that Frank, the guitarist from My Chemical Romance, was on. Watching it made me want another tattoo more than I already wanted one. Unfortunatly I don't have the money for that right now. It'll have to wait, but as soon as I do get the money I'm getting the tattoo. I had hopes of saving money for it but when I got fired that kind of went down the toilet. Food and rent is more important than body art.
Halloween weekend was cool. I went with my sister to the bar she hangs out (and I sometimes hang out at). I was a cigarette girl and she was an ice fairy. I won second place in the contest. 50 bucks. 50 bucks I needed. The Wednesday before I went with my sister and our friend Rusty to Old Tucson for Nightfall. Wasn't scary (never really is) but a lot of fun. Even with the drunk girl throwing up and passing out. Either a bunch of people can't hold their beer or they paid a lot of money to get wasted. One of the performers was really hot, but I found out later, not single and ultra religious. Oh well. It was Rusty's first time being there (he's from MI) so telling him the history was cool. He has this amusing accent that I seem to pick up if I'm around him too long (damn him!). Two of the "inmates" had a dismembered limb fight, so funny to watch. Halloween night was nice and boring, no trick or treaters, just sat and watched Criminal Minds.