I Love Pain

Yesterday I went and had my back tattoo retouched. The boy-slash-ex-slash-bestfriend came with me for moral support and we were approached if we wanted to "model" for a photographer who was compiling tattoo images for his exhibit... Hilarious.

My tattoo was still raw so I was a no go. We're waiting to hear from the guy if he's still interested in the boy.

After getting reacquainted with pain, we had lunch at Subway where he proceeded to decimate a Subway Special (I forgot the exact name) and because I was still slightly nauseated from the retouching, I only had a choco chip cookie. It was fun watching him eat though. Pigging out vicariously... jesus.

Then all three of us, me, the boy and my nauseating backpain went around the mall in search of new duds for the boy. He saw, he bought, he was happy.

We parted ways after that. He went home to romp around with his boys and I went to Kapalua to hang out with a few people.

Got home really late, cleaned off the tattoo, went to sleep.