Geronimo!

So I was working today alongside a girl with dreadlocks who looked 15 but was 26. I only know that she was 26 because I said "how old are you anyway, you look about 15". She was from way south, but her boyfriend and I - it turned out - are born the same year and come from the same place, blahblahblah. She asked me if I knew him. I said I didn't. She quickly gave me a list of what I presume was nicknames of people and asked if I knew any of them. I truthfully said that I didn't. And she looked at me somewhat puzzled and asked "were you never in to trance"? I reassured her that I somehow managed to miss the whole trance scene. I have no idea why she thought I would've been.

On another note, I've promised to design a tattoo for my friend. Why she asked me, and furthermore, why I agreed is a bit of a mystery as I've got no talent whatsoever for designing things. But I know what to make, because I suggested the thing in the first place. So it's not that I'm just going to freestyle or whatever. Like, drawing a stick figure, presenting it to my mate saying "oh, look it's you niece" or something. I'm not evil like that.

On a slightly more disgusting note, the nails on my toes have turned blue. I wonder whether they're going to fall off now or what. I sure as hell hope not.