Well today I done the unthinkable to ma parents…I woke up early in the morning and I left. Lol I make it sound all freaky and scary right well it’s not.
In the morning of that particular Sabbath I woke up and left, I had planned to get ma tattoo done that day. My friend Thuli and I had planned to meet at the local park, but after 4 and a half hours she failed to show. I know I’ve got patience right? So as pissed off as I already was my particular friend calls me and tells me that she can’t come, that she didn’t have enough money. Like what the fuck last I checked she had more than R200.Bullshit I know. I had R700 on me. So I hung up on here and of I left to Alberton City. I got there at 1pm.Soo behind schedule, I went to Fantasy Tattoo were they informed me that the tattoo that I wanted to get cost R500.I had thought that it would cost about R400.Nope,so there went my plans to get two tattoo’s that day! I originally wanted to get two tattoos, one on my right foot and the other behind my right ear. The foot tattoo I had to get first, I get the other one next year when I manipulate my parents into false expenses that should be paid for my textbook that will obviously be used for the mutilation of my body. Because I didn’t make an appointment had to wait for three people to get theirs done first. So at 3pm I entered the operating room. I was told to lay back and relax. How fucken ironic considering the fact that I almost died from the pain! Who knew that as “Cool” as tattoos are portrayed to be, they’re as painful as a motherfucker! After almost ripping my own intestines out of my abdomen, before I knew it the experience was completely over….Now everything in look down at my foot I know that it’s all worth it.
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| MY Tattoo |
Well one down, four more to go. These are the tattoos left on my list
1. Tattoo behind my ear
2. Tattoos of my parents names in Japanese behind my neck
3. Kono-Bleach tattoo on my left wrist
4. Tattoo behind my left shoulder (Not sure of what yet)
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| My Tattoo in the light |
Not that much ey, but I don’t want to look too gross.
Anyway back to the story, I then after I got my tattoo done, stumbled across an optometry store on my way to the toilet. I walked in out of pure, RAW curiosity. I asked about their contact lenses then we had a discussion about them which I don’t have the will power to type out. So (fuck) basically I bought them. They cost me R250, R275 with the solution included. I think it’s a good deal. They’re really uncomfortable the first time I put them on, my eyes were watering like a Horny Motherfucker (I bet your asking yourself why “Horny”, but I say “Why the fuck Not”!).It’s take me literally half an hour to put one contact into one eye but I guess I’ll get used to it in due time right?
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| Compering my real eye colour to the contacts' colour |
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| Pure Hazel Coloured Contacts |
The moment we’ve been all waiting for, at exactly 5pm, while the sun was still shining I arrived home. I rang the bell, and then my mother was on her PMS I think but she was being real rude (I don’t feel like calling her a bitch yet).She came to the gate without the keys which means she didn’t intent to open it for me, then she said WITHOUT GREETING “Where you come from”, I asked her if she could open the gate so we could handle the situation humanly. She refused. So I did what I do best, I squeezed through the gate. She asked again, I informed her that I came from the optometrist. She said “Why didn’t you tell us? Enklek why didn’t you ask”, then I replied and said “The store doesn’t open on Sundays, and even if I asked you, you would have refused either way” LMAO she replies and says “Of course we would have refused!”.Like what the fuck dude, what’s the use of asking for something if you know the answer’s gonna be “No”, that Bullshit yohw and Stupid as well. I couldn’t exactly tell her that right so I did what I do best after doing something silly…I kept quiet and smiled. To cut the long story short cause I’m like really tired of typing already, she finally let me pass. I did then my dad as being a real ass, he was all on some “Get out of my house, I don’t wanna see your face”, Hahaha I went to my room and listened to music. He likes acting all crazy. Its insane right, it’s not like I left for a week or something, plus I didn’t even come back home drunk this time. Those ASSHOLES should be grateful. Em FUCKS!
Their silent treatment isn’t so harsh, it’s nothing I can’t handle. I showed em both my tattoos and they said absolutely nothing. I was expecting a HELL of a beating you know as usual, but na nothing…My luck ey!
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*Gran(^~^)Dad*
