April 2012
Tattoo No 4
Tattoo no 4 will again, be of words, because literary tattoos are the only tattoos I will get. The placement will probably be on my ribs, the right side, since I’ve decided I will only tattoo on the right side of my body. Besides, tattoos help with inner turmoil and pain, or so I think.
The only issue now is what I’m gonna get. I’ve got a couple of poems to choose from, but I...
Back for a while, and then that’s gonna be it.
December 2011
September 2011
You don’t see the sadness in my smile.
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August 2011
I also got another tattoo.
During the span of time that I wasn’t on here. It’s my third tattoo, and it’s a single word that I got on my upper right arm. It says ‘serendipity’.I’ll upload a picture if I can.
I also plan on getting another tattoo, a line from a poem, on the right side of my body, just below my ribcage.
And that will make it four.
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It has been a really long time.
I can’t remember when I last was on here, but I hope everyone’s doing fine.
July 2011
How long have I not been on here.
It’s been so long that this question isn’t worth answering.
I haven’t been on here for what seems like forever. Work has been taking up all my time, as well as play and other stuff like that.
But let’s talk about work. Work has been an adventure so far. It’s been eye-opening, it’s been exciting, and although it’s tiring and I don’t like it as much...
June 2011
Blatantly check me out.
And I will blatantly check you out right back.
I’ll check you checking me out. Or vice versa. Doesn’t really matter. Just do it.
Conducting observation is excruciatingly boring.
The wait for a transaction to occur or for any action to take place is not only excruciatingly mind-numbing, it’s painfully boring. I’ve been sitting opposite the location for an hour doing absolutely nothing, working overtime, falling asleep and incurring the wrath of my girlfriend, who came home from her vacation today and is pissed that I’m not home. It’s almost ten pm...
The Black Pearl (Dave Darrell Radio Edit) -...
Some songs remind me of certain people.
In particular, Bruno Mars’ Just The Way You Are or Ne-Yo’s Beautiful Monster.
I just thought to write this because I was in the car with my gay best friend and when Just The Way You Are came on, we both said aloud at the same time that it reminded us of the same person. The thing is, we don’t even personally know this person. It’s crazy how some songs just have this effect...