From the time of caveman to the time of the Geico cavemen, there have been tattoos. They mean many different things to many different cultures and to many different people within those cultures. Every demographic has them, from the most poor to Angelina Jolie.
...So why haven't I hopped on this train? No, that's not fair. Tattoos really are an art/way of life for some people. Not really cool to categorize them with the fans of the Yankees.
Still though, why is my skin clear? Since I was a freshman I've wanted a tattoo. And about every six months since then, I've changed my idea for my very first one. Originally starting with a spin-off of the "Welcome To Las Vegas" sign, and now into an apple. Never went through with it though. Not because of lack of money, or time. I certainly have no fear of needles. Well, maybe this is why...
To me, a tattoo should be a symbol of some type of test you've gone through in your life. To remind you of your tribulations, and to serve your conscious for the future. My grandpa has a tattoo from when he was in the Navy during WWII. He wears it with some sense of pride. A few weeks ago, I thought of what it would feel like to stand next to him with my new tattoo. Me with my shining idea I came up with while driving one day and decided to have some tweeker on Maryland parkway draw on me with inked steel. Him with his badge of honor that proves to the world where he stood and what he stood for.
Chuck Norris doesn't have those kinds of balls.
(Note: only a few of you read this and you all have tattoos haha. Don't think I'm putting you down or your reasons for getting a tattoo down. These are just my personal opinions.)
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Friday, September 5, 2008
Sorry Mr. Lennon, it's just hard to Imagine sometimes.
Ok, I made a half arsed promise to not keep up with this but screw it. After reading another blog, I had to post another one.
I'll keep all names and links under my cap this time. Even though that's against the way of the Internet. So here's the quote:
"Really...its hard finding a good girl out here in Vegas. Over 85% of them are whores and bitches, 10% are lesbians and the last 5% are actually cool but only 2.5% are actually the attractive ones. The other 2.5% are emotional heaps and moderately attractive."
Oh where do I begin. First, I can guess why this individual hasn't found a girl. Can you? I'd say because he has called 97.5% of Las Vegas Ugly whore lesbian bitch's with emotional problems. That leaves 2.5% of the female population to work with. I'd bet that average Las Vegas male meets half a percent in an entire year. If he goes out constantly.
Second, to call the opposite sex these kinds of names, while leaving out anything about yourself is the epitome of narcissism! Add to that charge the sheer blindness of calling nearly every woman available as not up to his high standards. It really makes me sick.
I'm not going to give a percent of what I think of woman. I'm not that misogynistic. I'll just leave with this...woman are beautiful. Cliche' but true, I may never understand them but the good lord knows I love them haha.
Two quotes pertaining to this topic-
"I don't know what it is about women, but I will go to my grave wanting to pet their butts and boobs."
"How nice it is to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive."
Both by Kurt Vonnegut.
I'll keep all names and links under my cap this time. Even though that's against the way of the Internet. So here's the quote:
"Really...its hard finding a good girl out here in Vegas. Over 85% of them are whores and bitches, 10% are lesbians and the last 5% are actually cool but only 2.5% are actually the attractive ones. The other 2.5% are emotional heaps and moderately attractive."
Oh where do I begin. First, I can guess why this individual hasn't found a girl. Can you? I'd say because he has called 97.5% of Las Vegas Ugly whore lesbian bitch's with emotional problems. That leaves 2.5% of the female population to work with. I'd bet that average Las Vegas male meets half a percent in an entire year. If he goes out constantly.
Second, to call the opposite sex these kinds of names, while leaving out anything about yourself is the epitome of narcissism! Add to that charge the sheer blindness of calling nearly every woman available as not up to his high standards. It really makes me sick.
I'm not going to give a percent of what I think of woman. I'm not that misogynistic. I'll just leave with this...woman are beautiful. Cliche' but true, I may never understand them but the good lord knows I love them haha.
Two quotes pertaining to this topic-
"I don't know what it is about women, but I will go to my grave wanting to pet their butts and boobs."
"How nice it is to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive."
Both by Kurt Vonnegut.
Lyke omg, is that willie E?
Called it! Im updating this even less than my already low expected amount of times I thought I would. So it goes.
The first friday of the month, and I get to meet up with Sunny and Angie at, what else, First Friday. THE premiere art event of Las Vegas. Well, it used to be, at least. Now it's about as exciting as any other family friendly corporate sponsored event held in a park. And while I boycotted for a couple of months because they started charging two dollars (I'm not cheap, I just have morals damnit) I will go back tonight to see how well they've put everyones couple of duckets to use.
Then, afterwards, the Beauty Bar. Possibly. Maybe somewhere else so to my stalkers, which number more than you might guess, don't follow me. I've been known to zig when you thought I was going to Zag.
Other than all that jazz, life goes well. Work is work. School is school. And recently the mornings have been calm and during the nights the stars shine clearly.
What more could you ask for?
The first friday of the month, and I get to meet up with Sunny and Angie at, what else, First Friday. THE premiere art event of Las Vegas. Well, it used to be, at least. Now it's about as exciting as any other family friendly corporate sponsored event held in a park. And while I boycotted for a couple of months because they started charging two dollars (I'm not cheap, I just have morals damnit) I will go back tonight to see how well they've put everyones couple of duckets to use.
Then, afterwards, the Beauty Bar. Possibly. Maybe somewhere else so to my stalkers, which number more than you might guess, don't follow me. I've been known to zig when you thought I was going to Zag.
Other than all that jazz, life goes well. Work is work. School is school. And recently the mornings have been calm and during the nights the stars shine clearly.
What more could you ask for?
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