Me, being self-absorbed as usual. I tried to take a picture of my new tattoo but I can’t pull my hair back right, and I am out of bobby pins anyway, so I took another one of these dorky “pink wig/white sunglasses” photos that I think are fueled by both my typical narcissistic streak and also by my desire to create something to take my mind off of 1) job hunting stress…and 2) wanting to send mysterious, stalker-y, unsigned mixed CDs to all of my lingering “love intrigues” here in California before moving away. I have always wanted to do that!… Anyway, that tattoo is a paisley thing behind my ear. I really wanted to put it on the Internet because I am now pretty stoked about being a person with a tattoo that shows. No more pretentious tramp stamps that are only visible for a second when I get out of the shower… and conversations that go kinda like this:
Vapid man that I am somehow very attracted to: Do you play the violin?
Me: No. It’s actually just a tribute to sexual playfulness, music, early 1900s surrealist photography… Have you heard of Man Ray??… I mean… Wow! Now I’m too embarrassed to sincerely hook up with you!
So, I now have a tattoo that shows and I love it.
I also love complaining about how high I am when I write late at night and trying to make excuses for my candidness and questionable spelling of words like “bourgeoisie”, which is not written in this entry at all but is a very hard word to spell.
XOXO.