Tattoos, smoking and other vices

Last night I was going to go to Bifteck for one drink, ended up having three and coming home at midnight, dragging on a cigarette.

This is the old part of the story. It has suppressed my appetite and today I find myself feeling sick and not at all hungry, ooh the evils of smoking.

I also find myself gazing lovingly at my proposed tattoo design, contemplating colours, locations and other lovely things. I am excited already, although I told myself I couldn't get it until I was leaving the city... I may have to cave and do it earlier.

Other vices? Men. Somehow I always end up dating Mr. Big, or maybe men are all just somehow like Mr. Big. I am marginally okay with having a part-time relationship... in fact, apart from needing some attention more frequently than that, it makes me pretty darn satisfied to have this halfway business, as strange as it feels to call him my 'boyfriend'. Although, I'd like to know that he is not screening me, that he has good reasons for not returning my phone calls. What happened to the attentive boy I was dating a little while ago? Why do men think that they can just 'get lazy' and stop calling? Bastards. So here I am, in a shitty mood over a man instead of excited to go party with my ladies tonight. I blame him if I have a crap night.