Last night, I showed my friend Tao Lin my new tattoo because he has a new tattoo on his forearm of fish that he drew. It's a good tattoo. I don't think that I will ever be brave enough to get a tattoo on my forearm. There's something about the forearm that makes me think twice, and I don't think it's about getting a job or anything. In California, we have to wear short-sleeved shirts quit a lot, and that means that you will never be able to hide your forearm tattoo if you get one. That means that you'll always have to be talking about your tattoo and answering questions about it and looking at it yourself. I don't think I would be able to manage. Ever since I've been growing out my hair, I haven't been able to stand it. I think about it too much or something.
I am not sure what I am going to do today. I haven't made any concrete plans about the week aside from my seeing Macbeth and Antony and Cleopatra. I think it would be magical to go to Tannen's if it still exists.
4 comments:
I like your hair growing out.
If there's nothing to do in New York (ha ha..) Montreal is only a short bus ride a way.
I want to get a forearm tattoo after getting my first tattoo. It would be in an inner forearm tattoo though. Also, I just had to re-read the first sentence because I missed the fact that it says you got a new tattoo.
didn't you get the thing about flaking dry tattoos earlier this month? Oh Jen.
Forearm tattoos make mothers cry.
Ahem, I thought you were just randomly talking about dry, peeling tattoos. It didn't occur to me that you got one. Woops.
There is nearly nothing sexier than a girl with tattoos on her forearms.
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