Ouch

Yeah, I guess it was stupid, but I just needed to get out on my own for a bit. How was I supose to know I was going to end up with a critter, a kid, and a hole in my arm?

Oh, the hole in teh arm by the way...lost a layer of skin and muscle all along my tattoo. passed out due to shock. How embarassing is that? NO more tattoo. Have a bandage that stretches from my shoulder blad eto my elbow, and it hurts. But it's in a nice dragon shape. May get a neat scar out of it.

Like I really need more.

I settled Stacy in my room. It's secure enough, and she was a tired little kid. NOt like I sleep in there anyway.

And Logan's going to kill me. I just know it.

And a dragon. I have a dragon. That's not exactly something I've gotten use dto. As I type it's, no, he's slurping my coffe. It's actually kind of cute...and nice to know he can eat normal things. Somehow I don't think virgins come in snack size.

We're goingto have to come up with a name for him, because, well, he's a piece of me but he's seperate and...yeah, he needs a name.

And I"m probably rambling. My arm hurts. I'm even wearing a damn sling. Can't blame the dragon though...