Random weirdness from a tattoo-artist gun-toting biker-chick knitting foodie with seven kids. Keep the change, ya filthy animal...

Blue today, so it fits.

GPOY *before* I came to work

What? Biker boots and a sundress??

I am not a convenient option.

I am not a convenient option.

redheadrisen: Word evilgirl333x2: hell yes!! hahahaha… Now all I need is a volunteer!
redheadrisen:

Word

evilgirl333x2:

hell yes!!

hahahaha…

Now all I need is a volunteer!

Something’s up with this. (First tumblr pic meme)

I went back to the beginning of my blog to find the first pic I ever posted of myself. For some reason the earliest post is dated in October of 2010. But I know I was on here sooner than that, because I remember making a blog post last year on the night that Richard moved out, which was September 12. And I remember posting pictures of my room, rearranged to suit me, the day he left also.

Anyway this pic was dated by tumblr as Nov 2, 2010… though I know it was in August 2010 because it was taken when I got home from my last marriage counseling session, when I knew there was going to be a definite end to my marriage and that he would be moving out soon (very soon.)

I wasn’t sad.

Arrr, maties!! Almost fergot I had nog fer me rum! (a mite bit precipitous fer Mugshot Monday but it’ll suffice)

Arrr, maties!!

Almost fergot I had nog fer me rum!

(a mite bit precipitous fer Mugshot Monday but it’ll suffice)

Yep, yep

Yep, yep

(Source: thenakedandtumblrfamous)

Christmas Nikki.

Christmas Nikki.

hungoverowls: “I regret everything. I regret last night especially everything.” This was almost GPOY yesterday morning. (Except I regret NOTHING. LoL)

hungoverowls:

“I regret everything. I regret last night especially everything.”

This was almost GPOY yesterday morning.

(Except I regret NOTHING. LoL)

Mugshot Monday, or as close to a mug as I get for 90% of my life…

Mugshot Monday, or as close to a mug as I get for 90% of my life…

And now I get to spend the gorgeous sunny afternoon going to a funeral for Nana Juanita. Being a grown up sucks sometimes. A lot of times. At least “my homies all agree I really look good in black, fool”

And now I get to spend the gorgeous sunny afternoon going to a funeral for Nana Juanita. Being a grown up sucks sometimes. A lot of times.

At least “my homies all agree I really look good in black, fool”

True story, bro.

nikkivixxen:

[And the fact that it is a true story, is pretty funny by itself]

I just hung around the house “wiping butts and noses” until I was 48 years old.

Then I was like, “I think I’ll become a tattoo artist.”

So I did.

The end.

GPOY.

What do you do

When you’re not wanted?

When you’re not worthy of love?

When you’re not worthy of the truth?

What then?

What next?