Kris's journals

It's 5am and I have to be at work in a few hours.  I can't sleep due to stress and just too much thinking.  I'm still awaiting my results from my echo, still awaiting a birthday package in the mail, and I start school on Tuesday.  I haven't been in school for the last 6 years so finally deciding to go back has been a huge step for me and I'm excited as hell for it.  I've also decided to move back to Edmonton this fall since I've accomplished everything I moved back home for and I'm tired/bored/sick of this place.  I'm going to Edmonton on Sept. 8th for Rancid, and during this time to find an apartment and organize my move for the beginning of October.   I have nothing packed yet, and no idea how well the apartment hunting will go.  I always get stressed about moving although I know it will be fine.  Hopefully I won't have too many more sleepless nights worrying about things I shouldn't.

I'm back!!  I've been in Nova Scotia for the last little while and I'm finally home from my great adventure.  I had an amazing time and I can honestly say N.S. is one of the most beautiful places I have ever been.  It seems so untouched compared to the prairies and the industrialization of pretty much everywhere that I have traveled so far.  Instead of cleared farmland like I am used to, it's vast forests and lakes galore.  It's amazing and so hard to describe. 

On a bit of a lame note- I was diagnosed with a heart murmur a few weeks ago, and on Friday when I returned home I had to go for my echo to find out if it's severe or not.  I'm trying to be positive about the whole situation, but it's still hard to swallow the idea that I am not as healthy as I've always believed myself to be.  To know that something is wrong with me and that this could ultimately one day play a part in my death.  I will be finding out the results within the next week and will keep everyone updated.

So just a quick update about my previous entry regarding the pathetic psycho who had to leave the beautiful and random message as to how I've insulted her by getting tattoo's at such a young age.  Turns out her 15 year old son she was talking about (who is now 27) is a friend of mine.  Perhaps next time the stunned cunt wants to stir shit, she better make sure that it's not going to explode in her face.

So this morning I wake up and check my facebook to find a random message left by some random chick.  It (in not so nice terms) states that getting tattoo's unless your middle aged is totally insulting to her... or unless they mean something.  Although she then states that she got her first tattoo at 15 and her last when she turned 54 with her 15 year old son... but this is fine because there are always exceptions to the rules.  I really liked how she blocked me so I cannot even resond back because you know how it is to be told the truth that your a dumb bitch.  But since I can't respond to her, my coworkers I'm sure will easily be able to find her and leave her a nice little reply. 

In positive news however, I did a corset project last night and had my two apprentices tag team another project.  The piercings went wonderful and today the girls are showing up to be cleaned up and laced up.  I'll be sure to take pictures and post them later!

Today my baby kitty is getting the good old chop chop!  Over the last week he's been "experimenting" with humping the middle of my other cats back.  My other cat has been fixed for the last 5 years so I'm not really worried about having more kittens, but I'm definitely not cool with Bateman wandering around the apartment pissing on my shit "to mark his territory."  I've waited as long as I could before having to take him to get fixed (the SPCA has guidelines set up that we agree to get him fixed within a certain time period after adoption)  I'm going to feel so bad for the lil guy later.

Tomorrow I leave for Vegas and the tattoo convention.  Boo yah!  This will be my final open invitation to whoever will be in Vegas on Friday and wishes to come out for drinks.  I shall be at the Double Down sometime during Friday night for my birthday bash (it all depends when my drunken ass stumbles in there)  So if you come out, stop me and say hey.  It should be quite the night!

p.s.  Toryn, I'm texting your ass tomorrow when I get in!

I have a friend with the SHITTIEST fucking boyfriend in the whole fucking world.  Dude is a fucking bum and has worked a few days here and there for a grand total of perhaps 1 month out of the last 9 they've been together.  How does he live you ask if he doesn't work?  My friend... my friend makes very good money and he lives with her rent free, doesn't pay bills, doesn't buy food and DOESN'T EVEN FUCK HER!  She pays for it all, buys groceries and she buys all his booze since not only is he a bum... but an alcoholic bum.  He's such an alcoholic he has erection problems (whiskey dick 24/7) and can't get it up.   She feels bad for him and believes she's actually in love with this prick.  Not only is he a piece of shit who doesn't bathe, has an eating phobia and cannot eat food even infront of his g/f, and is the biggest fucking redneck hick you can imagine who lives in the same pair of pants and 3 different shirts he owns which he doesn't wash... he's a fucking dick to my friend.  Last time he came out for drinks with us he grabbed food off of my plate and smeared chicken wings all over my friends face with one hand and shoved nachos from my boyfriends plate down her bra.  It was disgusting and humiliating for everyone at the table and especially my friend.  What's worse is that she simply wiped the sauce off her face/neck, pulled nacho's out of her bra, and put a hoodie on to hide the chicken grease on her shirt and gave a little embarassed smile about what happened. 

Yesterday I called her out on all the times she's ditched me/blown me off for this piece of shit, and pointed out that she's lost pretty much every friend she has because of this relationship with him.  She doesn't see it either because she's too dumb or too ignorant to, and instead of apologizing for the billionth time she's left me hanging (sometimes leaving me with a fronted ticket she didn't pay for) went running to her b/f about how mean I am.  Fuck her and fuck him!  Apparently to her friends are a dime a dozen but boys like him are once in a lifetime.  They deserve each other.  End rant.

I was born on fathers day 24 years ago and am excited for the events of today although I won't be celebrating until next week.  Today will be mostly family and close friends stuff, and Vegas will be drinking, vomiting, awesomeness fun.  Yay!

Last night my boss called to check up and see how the shop is running while our artists are in Toronto for the NIX convention and I'm left to run it with Rachel this weekend.  Turns out Mike cleaned house in the colour category with best small and medium last night, while Andrew won for best sleeve.  Everyone's pretty stoked on it especially since last month in Lethbridge we won best small and medium with 2 other tattoo's.  Fuck yah!

Fuck the SPCA and their stupid fucking laws still... technically my mom had to adopt him for me, but he's all mine now and loving it here.  I brought him home on Thursday morning and he's been the happiest kitten ever!  For the last month he was at the SPCA in a tiny cage by himself with no attention aside from whenever someone might take him out of his cage to hold him for a few minutes before putting him back.  The two months before that since his birth he was at a home where he was abused and was thrown against walls by the kids before finally someone called animal services and he was rescued from that place.  Along with his paperwork it included his rap sheet about his life and how he came to the SPCA (which is how we know about the abuse)  On his first sheet from the day he was brought in and examined they believed he had a broken leg and were planning on euthenizing him as soon as the x-ray came back.  Luckily for him it came back fine, just that he sprained it so he was put up for adoption and was at the shelter for exactly a month when we adopted him.  If we wouldn't have gotten him chances are nobody would have since he's not the cutest, the youngest or the best behaved of the 3 rooms full of cats and kittens.  He's such a lucky little kitty and has an awesome personality although he needs quite a bit of training.  He knows how to use the litter box but is totally inept to basic things such as not chewing on power cords, attacking feet, climbing on the table, etc from not having much of a home since he was born.  He's just a baby though and I know he'll learn.  He's in love with my other kitty Campino and is totally in love with being held or cuddled in my lap while he sleeps.  He hates being alone.