Lately, Terminally Euro-Trashy. But Now, Back Home. For Good. To Stay. Oh, Yes, I Am. Probably.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Was to have been my next tattoo...
or at least half of it was going to be, as a wedding tattoo.
Who knows? Maybe I'll still get my bird. But I need to find a tattoo artist who can work it out totally for me. Those birds are really small on my Blue Willow dishes, so I'm mainly just guessing.
I'm a denizen of the margins of society -- artist, atheist, feminist from the working class, ex-Disco diva, faux queen.
I'm a lady, the lady is a tramp, the lady vanishes, I'm tired of waiting, I'm a lover, I'm a fighter, I'm a femme fatale, I'm a shrinking violet, I'm a wallflower, I'm counting flowers on the wall, I'm brave, I'm scared, I'm frequently ambivalent about most things, I'm opinionated, I'm an INFJ, I'm sleep-deprived, I run on coffee, I'm a Texan, I'm oil field trash, I don't talk to strangers, I spin tales like Scheherezade, I can seriously mess up two languages besides English, I'm a blonde now, I'm not (t)here.
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