Sure, I have been surfing FA for a while now, favoriting submissions and commenting. I am now back to writing! My first warm-up is done. Check it out.


Oh and if you are a little confused at why there is so little here.... I don't like to keep journals.

I am working on getting my first tatoo. I am not a big fan of pain, but I am obsessed with wolves, otters and ying-yangs. So I am going to get a tribal wolf tatoo, in the shape of a ying-yang. Omg. I am so excited. My only problem at the moment is the funds. >.> I am currently waiting for the tatoo artist to finish the concept for the art.

But at the same time I am kind of torn. I also have a good friend who is, at the same time an amazing atist (I think he has an FA page, but don't quote me on that), who is willing to do my tat' for free. I am torn against leading on the tat artist and hurting my friend's feelings. What other tats do you guys have?

Oh my god. I hate my mothers land lord. See, I have moved back from washington and to Idaho and I am staying with my mother until I can get back onto my feet. My mother is fourty-three and living in a seinor housing project. Growing up she was the "Cool" mom. Partied with my friends and never acted her age. Well, now she is where she is with all these teenagers coming over and the nabors are complaining. One in perticular makes crap up. Well, she called the cops on us for having ten kids there. My mom's place doesn't even fit ten kids!!!!! DX The cop came, there were two other people there besides my mother and I and the cop looked around said there didn't seem to be ten kids there and left. Well I went over to one of the other residents and BS'ed with her for a while. Eventualy the subject came up about the cops being over there. And I told her the situation. That was it! The next morning my mother get a call from the land lord and saying I was banging on all the doors of the other tenants and asking who had call the cops. Also that the cop had been there for over a half an hour. When I talked to her and told her what happened she called me a liar! I am many things I am not proud of , but a liar is not one of them and I lost my cool. After a calling her a few choice frases, I hung up and met with a couple of friends at the police station. It seemed luck was on my side because when I walked in, the receptionist was on the phone with my mothers landlord about the same thing that I was there for. It turns out I couldn't get the police report, but neither could she. However, I heard the receptionist say that there was in fact only four people there at the time he showed up.I went from there to the local attorny's office to see if one of the atturnies would look over the rental agreement with me. Another one of the complaints was me staying there and all of the kids. No one was there so I left a photocopy of the original renter's areement and now here I am. i am tired of this bull$#!@ and the land lord and tenants #%*&@# with the wrong person.

Thank you for listening. My first journal entry. If you got some advice I would apriciate any you have.