And this is what we call phoning it in.*
Day 20, 10 days to go. Even though I posted almost every day before NaBloPoMo, I miss being able to take a day or so off if I had nothing to say. And this month, there’s been a lot of nothing to say.
At least I still have the alphabet. Don’t fail me now, T!
Remember back in September when I got a tattoo?
My tattoo artist had some good ink, some of which can be seen above. This photo was actually taken during the outline phase, before the “kara almost passed out” phase.
This one when it was nearly finished. And eventually, it was done. Two months later I’m still really happy with it. It looks really nice, Kerry (the artist) did a fantastic job.
I would like to reiterate, though, that tattoos hurt. A lot. Anyone who tells you otherwise is lying or has a fantastic pain tolerance.**
Song of the day: Tryin’ To Throw Your Arms Around the World – U2
Cover Song of the day: Tired of Being Alone – Texas
Artist of the day: Tori Amos
*If my ovaries weren’t trying to kill me today, I might have the ability to be a little more interesting. But, y’know, ovaries, bitches. Aleve, not working.
**Which I clearly do not have based on the first *.