So... I was supposed to get a new tattoo today, but when I got to the shop, my artist wasn't prepared. 
Pissed me off. Plus, he was kind of an asshole. Oh well... I go back in on thursday. Let's hope three days is enough time for him to type three lines of text and print it out.
Pissed me off. Plus, he was kind of an asshole. Oh well... I go back in on thursday. Let's hope three days is enough time for him to type three lines of text and print it out.
I just watched "City of God." Geez... that shit is intense. I work with four or five brazillians and they were telling me about the slums and how corrupt it is. Sometimes I'm amazed at how removed I am from tragedy. I mean, here I am, typing on my laptop, talking about how I'm pissed because I didn't get to spend $200+ on a new tattoo and the whole world is falling apart for someone else, somewhere else. Fucking crazy.
And dealing with the seeming 'inconsequentials' of our life is what keeps us sane, I think.