All I can think about is getting big, eff off tattoos all over my arms.
Just to complete the whole ‘stereotype’ look I’m after.
Furthermore, I keep throwing away perfectly good money on tattoo magazines.
Maybe I’m just trying to convince myself that even though I sit in an office for 10 hours a day busily serving the government, I’m still some kind of underground uber-dyke.
LovelyWife: Can you pick up some milk on the way home?
Me: Uh, not until payday. I spent my last $30 on the latest airmail copy
of Skin Deep.
Who am I kidding.
I am a total and utter square.
Plus, whenever I think of tattoos I just think of how terrible they can look.
Today’s koi fish is tomorrow’s faded celtic armband after all.