Well, if I'm using the word correctly, it's kind of ironic that they day after I post my picture of my lovely tattoo showing the world my undying dedication to one man, I am now single. For the next week, you can find me eating my words from all the laughing I did when people asked what happens when we break up. Or I get dumped.

      But oh, don't worry. It might not be the permanent kind. It might only last a while. Or it might not. But it won't really matter to me, since I'll probably end up sitting around, being faithful to this tattoo and my non-existant boyfriend who I get to work with tomorrow.