getting tattooed by bikers fucking rocks. especially when cain is there to keep me company and make fun of my *in pain* faces and gossip with me. i luff her.
this is now on my bicep, in its big and fabulous glory.
i just got the outline and the shading done today. the coloring is different and she has sun beams behind her instead of the background, that go all the way up to my shoulder. the birds are FABULOUS, aren't they? she has black hair, too. and she will be so pretty and colorful as soon as i can get some more moolah.
i love bikers. i really do. and the guy who tattooed me is going to sg burlesque !! he rocks my socks, he does.
time to go read the new francesca lia block book and then study for the rest of my life. i have a test every fucking day next week. at least now i can just look at my sweet new tattoo when i'm dazing off and don't want to think about psychology anymore. but that rarely happens.
the corpse bride was good. not as good as nbc, but good. there were two little dead kids in it that were BARELY in it and i have a bone to pick with mr. burton because they should have been in it more. they deserve their own MOVIE they were so damn cute. stupids.
i asked what your favorite tim burton movie is, and a couple of you said pee wee's big adventure, which means you're cool, forever. and ever.
some days i just want the sun to be shining and i want to sit outside in a bikini and eat mangos. my puppy longs for days like that as well.
most days i want to be finished with school. i have so many years left. not in undergrad but once i start the grad school i just KNOW i'm gonna go to med school. i know it. i can't stop. i'm on the fast track to doctor-ville. i will be Dr. Wendy. mwahahahah.
i wish life went by more slowly than it does. it seems that every year it continues to move faster, which scares me because i'm only 22. i don't want my fastest years to be when i'm oldest. why does time have to move more quickly the more you learn to appreciate what you are seeing and the experiences you are having?
bah. that's my philosophy for the day.
go out and throw one down the hatch for me. i can't walk, dudes. i'm sittin at home with the dog and the cat nd my school work. and my air fucking cast. cheers.
this is now on my bicep, in its big and fabulous glory.
i just got the outline and the shading done today. the coloring is different and she has sun beams behind her instead of the background, that go all the way up to my shoulder. the birds are FABULOUS, aren't they? she has black hair, too. and she will be so pretty and colorful as soon as i can get some more moolah.
i love bikers. i really do. and the guy who tattooed me is going to sg burlesque !! he rocks my socks, he does.
time to go read the new francesca lia block book and then study for the rest of my life. i have a test every fucking day next week. at least now i can just look at my sweet new tattoo when i'm dazing off and don't want to think about psychology anymore. but that rarely happens.
the corpse bride was good. not as good as nbc, but good. there were two little dead kids in it that were BARELY in it and i have a bone to pick with mr. burton because they should have been in it more. they deserve their own MOVIE they were so damn cute. stupids.
i asked what your favorite tim burton movie is, and a couple of you said pee wee's big adventure, which means you're cool, forever. and ever.
some days i just want the sun to be shining and i want to sit outside in a bikini and eat mangos. my puppy longs for days like that as well.
most days i want to be finished with school. i have so many years left. not in undergrad but once i start the grad school i just KNOW i'm gonna go to med school. i know it. i can't stop. i'm on the fast track to doctor-ville. i will be Dr. Wendy. mwahahahah.
i wish life went by more slowly than it does. it seems that every year it continues to move faster, which scares me because i'm only 22. i don't want my fastest years to be when i'm oldest. why does time have to move more quickly the more you learn to appreciate what you are seeing and the experiences you are having?
bah. that's my philosophy for the day.
go out and throw one down the hatch for me. i can't walk, dudes. i'm sittin at home with the dog and the cat nd my school work. and my air fucking cast. cheers.
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Wendy said:
you haven't really said anything that I disagree with all that much. I love that Baldwin quote, and I quote it frequently. I think you are reading in to my post far too much if you assume that I am blind to the mistakes that our country is making. The reason that I typically avoid these boards is because the minute I post something I am automatically pigeonholed into an opinion or view point that I very rarely am partial to. I'm assuming you are victim to the same practices, if you "come here often."
Just because I dislike Cindy Sheehan does not mean that I dislike what she is trying to do. But let's be real here, she's no Martin Luther King Jr, and she's no Gandhi. Just as you love your freedom to be able to criticize our government and its policies, I also love my freedom to criticize those who criticize IT. if that makes sense. I think her tactics are poorly thought out, I think her dialogue is childish, and I think her ideals are back asswards.
But we're arguing in circles, my friend. Maybe we should move on.
Of course if you want to talk about Israel, we could always start another thread.
'kay, I am good with that.
Frankly I am pretty neurtal on Sheehan. And any time Moore and Sharpton show up it kinda hits my "oh shit" reflex. But I do think that she has a right to ask the President what her son died for. Like most political initiatives in this country I think that her efforts got wrapped up with a bunch of other folk's agendas.
Anywho... it was an interesting little spat. I love it when articulate people push the envelope a little.