1st try

Hummmm, blank page....

What ever will I fill it with...

Perhaps the reason I have gotten up so frekin early on a Sat morning. I was dreaming about being held at gun point. But only sort of. I kept trying to talk to the gun man. I suppose I should explaine a little more... It was one of those English/Russian dreams where everyone seems to shift from each language. So even though I knew we were in Ukraine, everyone understood English sort of. (Well, it was a DREAM !!) And I did end up beating this guy up just about the time the police arrived. So much for thinking the dream had something to do with me being vunerable, eh?

So now anyone reading this, and I'm sure no one is so it's kinda like talking to myself, is wondering if I am totally crazy. Well, I probably am. So there. I never would have figured myself for the kind who would stand in public places shouting out things just to make sure people know I'm alive... but hey. There is a first time for everything, right?

And now a selfish litle moment of my time... I'm getting another tattoo today. It's been a few years and I haven't done any major body modification in a while. I am a little scared though. Yes, I am a big baby when it comes to pain. I know I will love it later though.