Walking on the street, I look like a plain and unassuming woman. Most are shocked to learn that I have tattoos and will be getting an additional two in the next year (including one on my skull when I do the Cancer Head Shave). SG lets me know that it is alright to love my ink and many others view themselves as a canvas as well.
Peace and Serenity.
Peace and Serenity.
Or really, I guess I'm not sure.
I suppose I could get hired somewhere tomorrow, but highly unlikely.
Fuck this economy.
I hear, though, all around, you Canadian folk ain't got too bad?
We, here in Maine say all the time, that we ought to just go to Canada, already.
Is it nice?