i'm not going to make it. woke up late--brushed my teeth and stuck my eyeliner in my back pocket only before speeding, still asleep, to the store. these customers won't get out and let me smoke a cigarette and the 70 year old ex-cheerleading coach from my high school--who remembers me but i don't remember him--is thumbing through the max hardcore playing cards beneath the "DO NOT OPEN THE CARDS" sign. he came in and said "let me as you a personal question. do you have any, uh, nude...nudeness?"
"what?"
"nude, you know, naked. um, albums?"
"movies?"
"nudeness."
"nude what? magazines, movies, what?"
"mo--movies. yeah."
he says he has a 22 year old neighbor who likes to watch them with him and he's hoping one day i'll come over too. uh huh.
in a perfect world, or even a sort of sympathetic one, i'd be asleep right now.
ex-coach just tried to rent "18 and lost in san franciso" without a rental membership. he's rifling through 800 cards in four different pockets of his wallet.
"it's a bright pink card."
"well what sort of color is it?"
"bright pink."
"what?"
"bright pink."
"green?"
and so finally i pick up something bright pink and point--
"oh. pink. well, i know i have a membership. i even know the fellow who owns the joint."
"this joint?"
"yeah."
"i own this joint."
and he acts shocked and asked me if i'm some guy's daughter, asks me if i'm SURE i own this place and that no guy ever has. eight and a half hours to go.
"what?"
"nude, you know, naked. um, albums?"
"movies?"
"nudeness."
"nude what? magazines, movies, what?"
"mo--movies. yeah."
he says he has a 22 year old neighbor who likes to watch them with him and he's hoping one day i'll come over too. uh huh.
in a perfect world, or even a sort of sympathetic one, i'd be asleep right now.
ex-coach just tried to rent "18 and lost in san franciso" without a rental membership. he's rifling through 800 cards in four different pockets of his wallet.
"it's a bright pink card."
"well what sort of color is it?"
"bright pink."
"what?"
"bright pink."
"green?"
and so finally i pick up something bright pink and point--
"oh. pink. well, i know i have a membership. i even know the fellow who owns the joint."
"this joint?"
"yeah."
"i own this joint."
and he acts shocked and asked me if i'm some guy's daughter, asks me if i'm SURE i own this place and that no guy ever has. eight and a half hours to go.
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stina:
oh yeah.. Also.. all the tattoos on my page are custom.. but the life death one i have labled as custom is on someones underarm.. Like two inches below the armpit down to about two inches above thier elbow.
stina:
actually no! Um.. I guess i might do some conventions soon.. but i dinno.. Its a lot of pressure.. and not to mention that girls at conventions are like meat to most of the guys.. so you get a lot of attention... and a shitload of critisism. Guys love to just get down on girl tattooists.. so its a lot of pressure.. and I do it for fun and the love of art.. not to get unconstructive crit, ya know? But Im doing a lot better and feeling more confident.. so maybe Ill start doing small ones here and there.... Id rather build up my portfolio more first though.. 