Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Here's a tattoo I did Saturday I was pretty stoked on... Saturday my daughter turned six. Pretty fuckin amazing. Over the past few days I've thought of writing a few times and I've just realized time and time again that it is damn near impossible for me to write about my life without writing about my daughter who is the #1 most important thing in the world to me. But until I get over the fact of putting info about her online for the world to see I will struggle with that. I am slow to embrace technology, as I am resistant to change. I have a hard time with the amount people put themselves out there. Little by little I get a little closer to them with this. Ever since the day my identity was stolen, and all my money with it. I felt so violated, so naked. All my personal info was in possession of some thief who will just continue on in this way. After that day I realized nothing is sacred, fuck it, maybe I should throw all caution to the wind and put myself out there even more than I am. I got on Facebook. But I still feel like I wanna put up walls. I still feel wierd to put my child online. I feel reminiscent of the People magazine with those poor celebrity kids lives laid out for everyone. I miss privacy.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
so my original intent was to talk shit about everything in my life... this morning I woke and realized how I am always weary of posting anything on the internet about my daughter. Certain people don't need to see info on my kid and I always feel a little weird about putting her online anyway
Saturday, April 3, 2010
After tattooing for 16 years, and owning my shop for 14 now tattooing makes me happy, frustrated, stressed, concentrated, exhausted, painful, jaded, perplexed, elated, in love, in hate, confused, amused, entertained and I feel like the luckiest person in the world to be able to do this for a job. It makes me relaxed and puts food in my babies mouth. Everyday at my job is a totally new day, new adventure. I get to wear what I want, say what I want, listen to the music I want, and keep the shop mottos strong:DRAMA-FREE! THERES THE DOOR BITCH! FUCK A TIME CLOCK! and I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!