Red Bull Intervention…

Well it finally happened.  I had so much Red Bull at work that there was a bit of an intervention and I was given a talking to about how bad it is for one in mass quantities.  I have never been so tired, yet not at the same time.  I seriously thought I was going to have a heart attack.  I read somewhere that it would take 50 Red Bulls to kill someone my height and weight.  I had less than ten but more than five.  Which is just too much.


I want to get another tattoo.  The only problem is, that I don’t know what of, which means that I shouldn’t get one at all.  I thought about the first one for 15 years before I got it…I like it because I forget I have it.  I also like that people only know about it, if I tell them where it is.  It’s in such plain sight to a certain degree, but only if you know where to look.  I think it suits me and I love it. 🙂 Insert plug here for Friday Jones the tattoo artist.


Today was a special day, but I had entirely way too much Red Bull to fully appreciate it.  A lot to be thankful for, but always another hurdle to overcome.

This is a picture of a little baby made completely of chocolate.  I don’t think I could EVER eat something that looked like this.  That’s not why I posted it though.

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