D.I.Y. Tattoos..not recommended.

So it's nearly half-past two in the afternoon, and I'm now SO bored, I've started drawing on myself with permanenet marker. I now look like a mini-mod and have to hide my inks from the customers, who may just look down on me. Nobody came in until 1.30pm today. Not a soul. It had to be the most soul-destroying morning. To entertain myself these past few days, I've been property-hunting. Very entertaining, but I seem to have developed a thing about getting attached to the houses and wanting them. Shame I can't afford them whatsoever. It's also caused some rifts with me and the boyfriend, as discussing how we'd kit out a flat. Apparently we don't share the same taste in living room furniture as I'd previously thought...