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.
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