Digging for fire

I just got stood up.

By my NYC tattoo artist who was booked to fly to visit me and work on my arm in 2 weeks. He is now not coming. Because of a septic tank installation issue.

I got stood up for a toilet.

My immediate response to this situation is to book back to back appointments with tattoo artists I have never met in Stockholm and get shit tons of new ink, just to show him I CAN LIVE WITHOUT YOU. 

Essentially I am going to binge hate-fuck Swedish tattoo artists.

I am a healthy, adult individual. Just sayin.