24.7.05
je ne sais pas ce qui
So here I am, sitting in my pj's (very comfy ones, I might add) and a bathrobe. It's 7:54 in the morning, and I've already started on my first diet (vanilla) pepsi. I'm currently contemplating the merits of getting a tattoo. It'd look cool. I hope. I think that's the only one so far. The cons I have are pain, scabs, money, hating it, having to get it lasered off, a very upset boyfriend, and an unsureness of what exactly is worth all of this to be put on my body. So I think I'm going to leave this pondering for another sort of day.
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You know what kinda tattoo I'd love? A full body one, like the kind Japanese gangsters get. They get their whole body tattoed, except for their hands and head, isn't that awesome? I hate it when guys only get tattoos on their forearms, it's so friggin cheesy to me. I wouldn't show off the giant triforce on my back, no how no way.
... that's a complete lie. I'd show it to everyone. I'd stand up in the middle of class and show the sub my tat. I know I would.
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