December 6
Christmas card? Pimping wish list?
Please note: asia@connix.com is no longer a working email address for me, no matter how many times I make it my clickable email link for a card or whatever. I am not the smartest person, and even though I KNOW that it's not my email address anymore, I keep insisting it is, and then I get annoyed when people send me mail there (not annoyed with YOU, my darlings, annoyed with myself) because it will be gone any day now and then you'll send me mail and I will never ever get it. How sad. It's understandable. asia@connix.com was my email address for 5 years. No wonder I'm confused. But, let's boogie down with the now. I'm dana@bobofett.com. Yes, I am!
I chose this photo because you all wanted to see what my hair looked like. It's being sort of normal today (no shit, yesterday? I had asshead, big time) or as normal as I ever look when work forces me up at an unconstitutionally early time. So there you go. My hair. Revel in it. Love it. It's swell.
I am thinking, as you all suspected I might, of getting another tattoo, even though I'm never exactly sure I'm spelling the word tattoo correctly. I am pretty sure that I'm thinking of it because I've had all of this alone time, wherein stupid shit starts sounding like the most fabulous idea ever ("A bag of cookies for dinner? With eggnog!? Good call!!") but, still, it could be that I am doing what everyone says when they say that you can't only get one tattoo. I mean, literally, it is possible to only have one. My life will not end if I choose to life the rest of my life with but one wee inking. I am remembering the relatively great (remember, Im a sissy) pain of a needle being dug into my tender flesh. Despite all of this, the idea keeps popping back into my head.
Maybe this time, I am reasoning to myself, the person who does it will actually be friendly to me, and make some type of small talk. Be it "Are you dying, my friend?" or "Man, I have never seen anyone bleed like you, are you on anti-coagulants?" a word of friendly commiseration would be appreciated. Yes, I know, my tiny choice in personal statement does not match the commitment of two full arm and neck tattoos, but still. You do what you
can. In any event, I'm thinking of getting another! Behold:
Aw, yeah.
Uh, that's it. There could not be less going on in my life. I am weepingly poor, but I have character, so, if you are my friend, you should be expecting a fun homemade gift from me this year, a little something fashioned from toilet paper, glitter and twigs. No, it'll be great...