So...

No new car, but that's ok.

I wasn't really getting my hopes up too high.

I knew that there had to be a catch and the catch was that it was too picked over when I got there.

I got some new ink last night and I am in love with it.

I am really missing my grandpa.

He's getting out of the hospital today and going to the nursing home.

That makes me feel a tiny bit better, but still missing him.

At least I got the tattoo that I've always wanted to get that means a lot to me because of him.

I'm not sure how I'm feeling about a lot of things right now, but I am starting to be okay with that.

I'm starting to accept that nothing is certain and nothing ever stays the same forever.

Life and death are inevitable and there is nothing that I can do about that, either.

I am very much looking forward to fake Christmas on the 9th.

At least I know I'll still be here for that.

I need to be able to write like I used to.

Blogging just isn't the same release as a pen to paper is.

Other tattoo from last night, not finished yet: