I just keep seeing all these people w/ these sad excuse of things they call tattoos. But the worst part is that they’re all making me want one of my own again. I completely dropped the idea a while ago because I couldn’t think of anything worth putting on my body.  My friend Mikeira is always saying,” the body is a blank canvas,”. Bullshit, I’m a Fine Arts major, so.. You can gesso over a painting as many times as you wish; let’s see someone try that with their skin. I refuse to look a mess like all the other tackiness that inhabits my school building. At first I wanted to use this sun design I drew for a print and use it on my on one of my ankles. Then I wanted a plain black cross ( sort of like what Hayley Williams has on her lower thigh, but instead I wanted it on the side of either one of my lower legs and a bit bigger. Then I completely nixed the idea; they just weren’t strong enough ideas. It truly never went away, but the urge wasn’t as strong. For awhile I been thinking about something along the rib cage/back, but I’m not sure. And that has made me consider going all the way with the full body. If I go through with either I would have to get in some type of shape. I would want to show them off and not regret it. I don’t need people having trouble telling what it is and I don’t want the tattoo artist having trouble trying to hold all my flub in one spot. “I don’t think he ready fo’ this jelly.” I’ve been thinking a lot about them again. I’ve even made circumstances, if I am to get one. For now, all I know for a definite is that it must be one of my own drawings and that the tattoo artist has to be pure amazing. Hmm..decisions, decisions.


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This piece was a post I wrote on another blog of mine. I like this one the most because it was one of my more natural writings; just something that was on my mind on at the time and that I felt like ranting about.