I've been drowning myself in She Wants Revenge for the past few weeks now... She Wants Revenge, Shinedown, old Stabbing Westward, and a little Seal just to round out the S-worded artists.
So I have tons of ideas for new tats. Tons being like, 2. But each idea weighs exactly 2,000 lbs, which is to say, one pound per word of how much I could talk about why I want them. I'd wanted a tat of Moishe from Where the Wild Things Are, which is my favorite childrens book, but upon viewing pics of my newest friend, I found that I would be, how they say, jocking her style.' *shrugs* There's a million things I'll eventually get...so who knows?
One is the Ouroboros on my back around the symbols already there. Totally a helpful reminder of, "Life may suck right now, but tomorrow? A new day. Everything that ends simultaneously begins something else." I'm into Cyclicality, and what have you. Ask, I'll ramble.
And then, I want something game themed, because I myself, am pretty game themed. I'm still debating on the Regular Nintendo controller just beneath my belly button, for shits and giggles, maybe a Tri-Force on a more viewable location. Something that pretty much screams, "Hi. If you don't know what these logos mean, you probably aren't going to like me."
And maybe a zombie.
I beat The Legend Of Zelda: The Minish Cap for my DS today. On accident. I didn't know I was at the end.
Then I was sad.
Now for something a little more serious. For the longest time the biggest insult I had thought to have received, what when someone I loved told me I was an 'Army guy,' as opposed to a guy in the military. And then, I received a bigger one. From my mom. My mom called me her hero. A hero is someone who saves someone else, by most textbook standards at least. Me? I'm not trying to save anyone here but myself. I'm trying to get me home. I'm not looking out for anyone but myself, and the people in my immediate vicinity and I have done less than heroic activities to ensure my survival. I am no hero. I can't save you. I can't even save myself sometimes it seems.
But it's not for a lack of trying. I do what I can.
So I have tons of ideas for new tats. Tons being like, 2. But each idea weighs exactly 2,000 lbs, which is to say, one pound per word of how much I could talk about why I want them. I'd wanted a tat of Moishe from Where the Wild Things Are, which is my favorite childrens book, but upon viewing pics of my newest friend, I found that I would be, how they say, jocking her style.' *shrugs* There's a million things I'll eventually get...so who knows?
One is the Ouroboros on my back around the symbols already there. Totally a helpful reminder of, "Life may suck right now, but tomorrow? A new day. Everything that ends simultaneously begins something else." I'm into Cyclicality, and what have you. Ask, I'll ramble.
And then, I want something game themed, because I myself, am pretty game themed. I'm still debating on the Regular Nintendo controller just beneath my belly button, for shits and giggles, maybe a Tri-Force on a more viewable location. Something that pretty much screams, "Hi. If you don't know what these logos mean, you probably aren't going to like me."
And maybe a zombie.
I beat The Legend Of Zelda: The Minish Cap for my DS today. On accident. I didn't know I was at the end.
Then I was sad.
Now for something a little more serious. For the longest time the biggest insult I had thought to have received, what when someone I loved told me I was an 'Army guy,' as opposed to a guy in the military. And then, I received a bigger one. From my mom. My mom called me her hero. A hero is someone who saves someone else, by most textbook standards at least. Me? I'm not trying to save anyone here but myself. I'm trying to get me home. I'm not looking out for anyone but myself, and the people in my immediate vicinity and I have done less than heroic activities to ensure my survival. I am no hero. I can't save you. I can't even save myself sometimes it seems.
But it's not for a lack of trying. I do what I can.
bwahahaha....*runs away*