Temporary Tattoos
I stick them one with all intentions of them rubbing off quickly. I create a innovative design and plaster the picture on my pectorals or wherever the newest place to put my pride and joy is. And then I wait. No waiting is too positive, I forget. I forget why I got the tattoo in the first place. I don't know what it stands for or if I even liked the idea at one time. I must have. I mean getting a tattoo is a commitment. Unless of course you keep giving yourself fake tattoos.
Thursday, July 17, 2003
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