It was my birthday on Saturday. My 27th. Part of me thinks that 27 years olds probably shouldn't be so obsessed with Pokemon, but a bigger part of me thinks "Fuck it. I do what I want", and you can probably guess which part I listen to most. Saturday night was a rather messy affair. I drank a shit load of cider/jager/sambuca and Drunk Martin thought it would be hilarious to fall over/roll around on the floor a lot, so I am sporting some rather painful injuries at the moment. I really dislike Drunk Martin sometimes.
I got a tattoo voucher from Erin, so I am finally going to lose my tattoo virginity within the next three months! Yay! I am going to get an image of favourite Pokemon! I jest, I jest, I'm not that obsessed (Ha! That rhymes, kinda). I do know someone who has Pokemon tattoos though. No, I am going to get a line from Against Me! song The Ocean on my forearm - There Is An Ocean In My Soul - I just need to figure out what kind of script I want. I fucking love Against Me!
Last night I watched Midnight In Paris and this morning I bought Zelda Fitzgerald's novel 'Save Me The Waltz' and Hemmingway's 'To Have & Have Not' with an Amazon voucher that I also got for my birthday. I fucking love books.
I apologise for this post being so short, but Pokemon don't catch themselves, you know! LOVEYOUBYE