And you're ready for Surgery, surgery.

So, as of late, I've been getting really bad hives, for an un-identifiable reason. Obviously, I can be allergic to anything. Yet, that's not stopping me. Visually, I look like a thinner, knobbier version of the Elephant Man. Therefore, I doubt I will be posting my photography for a while. That, and my batteries are out. If I can, and I think I'll be able to get a hold of someone's scanner, I will post my artwork (IE: everything I've been working on for the past Ohhhh... 2.5 years). This shirt makes me itchy. Dammit. Sooo... Updates:

*The cruise was awesome, and:

- I'm convinced that 99.9% of the Jamaican populous are drug-dealers (Pop: 0.01% = Infants).

- In Mexico, I bought a leopard spotted Lucho Mask, 3 pipes and received A-LOT of free alcohol. Fun Times.

- I finally got to play with the Stingrays at Stingray City. I also ate conch. That was interesting.

- I think I may have had a few members of the Entertainment Staff demoted because I wrote some pretty nasty comment cards. Our cabin stewards, however, are going to more than likely get a raise. I hope. Because they made sculptures out of our towels.

* I bought a book on how to make towel animals. Maybe when I get some batteries, I'll do those for a bit. =]

* I have to leave for Rob's house in 7 minutes, and I still have to change this shirt because I'm itchy. It might be dog hair.

* South Park is awesome.

* Repo! The Genetic Opera at the Musicbox, the day we came back from the Cruise, was Wicked. I met Terrance Zdunich, and he signed my DVD and my ticket. Oh, and he touched me. Yeah. I have a photo with him, but I look like crap because I was super jet lagged.

* On the 30th I went with Nick and my cousin, Brandi, to a Chicago Wolves game. That was fun. I should have taken pictures, but I thought I didn't have my camera. Chelios was like, right fucking there. Nick got a decent picture of him, we were in the Third row, right next to the glass. Good Christmas present.

*I have been working furiously to produce a flash for my next tattoo. I have this thing about putting other peoples art on my body for forever, I'm not particularly interested in it. I only want my art on my body, but I think I'm going to have to surrender for my carousel horse. I can't draw horses worth shit.

* My new pipes are named Skeletor, Iggy Sparx, Malificent O., and Slytherin Sparkle.

* Calamine lotion makes you look ashy.

* Minute Clinic is not a dependable source for a prognosis.

* Free Clinics are scary as hell.

* Nurses administer shots angrily if they hear you talking about them through the door.

* My doctor will now forever be referred to as : Captain Cock-eye. For obvious reasons.

* I have to take Steroid pills. They are nasty.

* Nick and I are getting thinner.

* New snow is scary. Swerving in a pick up Truck is scary.

* In 5 days I finish my prescription and go back to see Captain Cock-eye.

* In 5 days I am traveling to New Orleans with my boyfriend, Nick, possibly my friend Rob, and hopefully Nick's friend Tony, oh, and my puppy Harley, for Mardi Gras. I get to play tourguide.

I hope I'm better, until then.. I must AWAY!!!!!!!!