OK!!! Jeesh, I haven't found time lately to be on here much. shit. I shouldn't get so baked before I log on to do this because my thoughts are pilling on top of each other and want to come rushing out in no logical order...
I'm reading two books right now, One of which is this fun one that a sweet viking sent to me. Its fiction and lets me get out of my head for a spell (and I'm always game for that)..Its about this tattooist and his life from childhood on in the 30's and on that leaves England and stumbles upon Coney Island. Its fun to read but the breathy long winded details of just the act of tattooing itself has me itching for ink. This poses a problem, because altjough I enjoy researching, meeting and wanting to let others tattoo me, I have only been getting big pieces from one artist. As I'm arranging my next big piece I'm finding it difficult to imagine letting a stranger be so intimate with me. The whole deal from meeting to finished product is so intense. The closeness of bodies, breath on each other, smells, sounds. The nervous energy kind of heightens it all. I dunno what I'll do ...maybe wait for a convention to do it. I got tattooed by this amazing guy from B.C in T.O at a convention and it was easier because it was a public arena and also it was a smaller piece..I'll have to check when dates are for the NY convention.
I almost went to it three years ago, but I can't recall the date, nightlife made things blurry then. I met this really hot but nice stripper on a thursday, and by Sunday she was gonna fly the both of us the next Friday to NY because she wanted to go with me and offered to pay...I bailed at the last day because ...well.. I can't remember now. I was an idiot sometimes.
I've been feuding with my landlord at this damn house we are renting. Which isn't good because I found out fom an article in the paper that this was the guy I read about who shot a hells angel guy. I probably shouldn't lip him off so much but he really pushes my buttons. I caught him today in our garage with people that we rent. It houses a wicked Beetle that is almost done (just wiring to go).. ITs a '68 but with an oval split back window from a '58, lowered , hydraulics on button panel, tricked out paint and chrome (our friend owns a plating shop) It also has all our tools and shit, I think maybe he thought I grew pot..here. I dunno we ended up yelling at each other about rights and nonsense and now hes coming around alot being ..intimidating. WHATEVER
Whoah nelly, I should smoke another one and chill hahaha
Well, now I am spent..its late, I'm gonna go look at tits now..tit for tat hahaha..err sorry..
I'm reading two books right now, One of which is this fun one that a sweet viking sent to me. Its fiction and lets me get out of my head for a spell (and I'm always game for that)..Its about this tattooist and his life from childhood on in the 30's and on that leaves England and stumbles upon Coney Island. Its fun to read but the breathy long winded details of just the act of tattooing itself has me itching for ink. This poses a problem, because altjough I enjoy researching, meeting and wanting to let others tattoo me, I have only been getting big pieces from one artist. As I'm arranging my next big piece I'm finding it difficult to imagine letting a stranger be so intimate with me. The whole deal from meeting to finished product is so intense. The closeness of bodies, breath on each other, smells, sounds. The nervous energy kind of heightens it all. I dunno what I'll do ...maybe wait for a convention to do it. I got tattooed by this amazing guy from B.C in T.O at a convention and it was easier because it was a public arena and also it was a smaller piece..I'll have to check when dates are for the NY convention.
I almost went to it three years ago, but I can't recall the date, nightlife made things blurry then. I met this really hot but nice stripper on a thursday, and by Sunday she was gonna fly the both of us the next Friday to NY because she wanted to go with me and offered to pay...I bailed at the last day because ...well.. I can't remember now. I was an idiot sometimes.
I've been feuding with my landlord at this damn house we are renting. Which isn't good because I found out fom an article in the paper that this was the guy I read about who shot a hells angel guy. I probably shouldn't lip him off so much but he really pushes my buttons. I caught him today in our garage with people that we rent. It houses a wicked Beetle that is almost done (just wiring to go).. ITs a '68 but with an oval split back window from a '58, lowered , hydraulics on button panel, tricked out paint and chrome (our friend owns a plating shop) It also has all our tools and shit, I think maybe he thought I grew pot..here. I dunno we ended up yelling at each other about rights and nonsense and now hes coming around alot being ..intimidating. WHATEVER
Whoah nelly, I should smoke another one and chill hahaha
Well, now I am spent..its late, I'm gonna go look at tits now..tit for tat hahaha..err sorry..
vikingmetaler:
thank you for being you , my baked mistress.