Two cool things happened today:
A) I slapped away the hand of my coworker who tried to move my shirt to read my tattoo, and explicitly told him that he could have asked for my permission for that, shattering his fragile male ego in the process (he sulked and hardly talked to me for the rest of the day- suck it, Dennis) In contrast, a different coworker politely asked me to turn to the right for him to see my other tattoo, which I did OFC
and B) I talked with a friend, which doesn't sound like much, but consider the fact that I hadn't talked to that particular friend for more than a year, since she completely disappeared from social media (and she lives in the US while I live in effing Greece)
