I am officially nervous about getting my tattoos tomorrow.
I like the idea, but what if it looks like shit?
Who knows?
I might wuss out and just get one on my shoulder ( left front and right back)...we'll see.
I'll post pics regardless tomorrow.
Much love,
LE
LE fact--I'm kind of a little bitch sometimes. "Do these pants make me look fat?"
I like the idea, but what if it looks like shit?
Who knows?
I might wuss out and just get one on my shoulder ( left front and right back)...we'll see.
I'll post pics regardless tomorrow.
Much love,
LE
LE fact--I'm kind of a little bitch sometimes. "Do these pants make me look fat?"
I love that you can be a little bitch. And no, those pants make your ass look terrific. You rock the glutes, baby. I ga-ron-tee. (Accent and everything pour vous, baby.)
Have fun in Virginia Beach, or Vee-atch, as I have dubbed it.
Yeah, the Chuang-Tzu is good, but if I was a bit taller I would have been able to capture an alright picture of the shelf above it which reads like a summation of Claire, AKA Dave's Little Helper: 4 Books on The Simpsons, 5 books on Taoism, 2 Books of Yeats and countless books on music.
And I fuckin' hate Jared. "He has sex appeal of biscuit with two shits inside."
Oh, and congrats on the friend.
Haha. That sounds somehow mean.