so my tattoo guy came today for the interview, my boss is pleased. if we can just compromise on what we can pay, we’re on like socks. the kind of work i think we can produce is fucking amazing. we can play off each other’s strengths. we can change the face of advertising in the country (mwah hah ha ha ha) and then the world (equally sinister laugh here)
an observation on html and characters i usually put the sinster laughter in between the great than and less that symbols but i just remembered that in html those are used as instruction markers, so i have to settle for regular brackets. (just a little geek knowledge.)
on with our story…
i still haven’t done a lick of work for the morning, too busy watching roger dodger and making last minute arrangements for the shoot in the morning. it is amazing the amount of time that’s spent preparing, planning, organising what will well turn into 3 minutes of actually shooting.
i also realised that my spelling is terrible, i should be ashamed, but i’m not really, just appalled, i’ll trying to do a better job of it in the future. in a what could be construed as a sign vic got a memo about taking time off from work upon her return today. we’ve decided we’re not backing down, she’s coming to see me one way or another, it’s been far too long. we’ll burn that bridge when we get to it.
as he was leaving today the tattoo guy asked me if i was coming around to get more ink this weekend. my back is healing quite nicely and i’m thinking i should just get it continue a-pace, i have nothing else on the plate this weekend. no formula one, no parties, nada.
i have darren’s machine which i’ll get organised tonight but otherwise i have diddly squat to do all weekend. invitations for lunch, dinner, movies are all welcome.
now back to your regularly scheduled programme…
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