Tattoo Time?
Or, gimme the "Well shit. I've done it now, haven't I?"
My idle thoughts have been consumed with tattoo brainstorming as of late, because my 1 year self imposed deferral just passed. If nothing else it's an entertaining and practically endless creative thought exercise. It has so far successfully prevented me from properly thinking through why I never received my tax return AND avoid investigating how to refute a "successfully delivered" claim from Amazon (I swear to god hipster bicyclist in Apt F, if I find out you're the one with my Yoga DVDs I'm going to choke you with your ironic bandana. We all know Cat Lady didn't take them, so don't even start). Distraction is fun!
Anyway. The thought train has been full steam ahead, but I still don't even have any serious contenders. So far, 2 potential spots and nothing to fill them with. I don't want anything too gimmicky, even though I DO still laugh every time I think about the Fingerstache. Words can be cool, I love words! Of course, I like html too and I'm not about to go do this. The spots I have in mind are relatively visible, so I'm inclined to avoid anything too hard-core. Animals are a slippery slope - either overdone or too eccentric. Fuck it. I'm just gonna get a hydroplane and be done with it.
If I let this coalesce with my current western binge, I'm in so much trouble. Last week I spent an entire AM bus ride mentally drawing out a huge tattoo of a lasso rope, making it look like you're carrying it (get it? under the arm and up and over the shoulder?). Terrible idea. Oooh, what about spurs? Or a sheriff badge? As long as I don't get one of those naked little boys in cowboy boots so many moms from my childhood seemed to have in their bathrooms. Seriously. It's twisted. Lastly, I don't recommend google image searching "naked little boys in cowboy boots".






