today. i worked all day, and then drove out to edwardsville, illinois, where there is supposedly a really fantastic tattoo place. it took me almost an hour to get out there, two of the roads i needed were closed so i had to figure out detours, and when i finally got there, i looked through everyone’s portfolios, and was totally not impressed by any of them. sure it was decent art — but i am of an age, at this point, where i want more than decent for the money i pay. if i wanted a decent tattoo, i would just pay $60 and go to iron age. i want a fantastic tattoo.
on my way home, i saw: (1.) a bar with the sign “THNKS FR TH MMRS” on its post-board, and (2.) a church called the “primitive baptist church”. i also saw this sign for memphis. one day i am gonna get there, fr rl.
on my way home i stopped at target and bought cheap luggage for my trip to new york. it probably was not worth the money, and i realized that no matter what, i am going to have to check luggage if i am bringing, like, more than one pair of pants.
i might, in fact, only bring one pair of pants.
(when i got home, it was to a note from the handyman that he had been there. that’s it. no air conditioner. just a note saying “we were in your home today!” SIGH. i left a half nasty, half completely upset message on my landlord’s voicemail. i don’t care that the handyman was in my apartment — i care that my goddamn mothertrucking air conditioner is still sitting on the mothertrucking floor, and it is still 90+ degrees in my apartment.)
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