pixilated101

So not 5min ago I was folding laundry(I'm not done yet I stopped in the middle)...and a thought occurred to me...a memory if you will...

A few days back(who knows could be 3 could be 13) I was at the doctors office getting my final exam for my broken collar bone...I pulled my shirt down around the collar so the doc could see my wound...she saw the wound, but also saw the new tattoo...she asked something to the effect of " is that a new tattoo, and let me see it" the last part not so much a question...

so I whipped my shirt off(any one who asks to see my tattoo in earnest I will show with little hesitation...which means if you ask to see it in a public place, you can bet your ass that I will not think twice about taking my shirt off...or pants either for that matter since I have tattoos on my legs) and let her look at it...now you may be thinking, or may not who knows, that it was just because she was a hottie....well she was as about as far from physically attractive to me as could possible be...so that was not the reason...

any way back to the story...she looked at it and made positive comments about it and then asked...

and this is the whole point of my journal entry..."what kind of music do you listen to?"... I answered her " in all truthfulness...classical...believe it or not"

what is the point of this journal?...who knows...I just felt compelled to write it...you may try to make sense out of it if you will...