
I’m sitting on my couch drinking coffee that I just made in my Keurig. My dog, Jeff, is chewing a bone loudly against the hardwoods. When I tell him “on the carpet please” he actually moves onto the carpet. Wow, this is boring already. I should probably finish my coffee before I continue trying to write. (continued below)
(drinking my coffee)
(letting my coffee soak into my blood stream)
(checking my email)
I cannot believe I let myself get a henna tattoo yesterday. It’s exactly the design I want to get for real one day, but this one looks like I drew it with a brown Crayola marker. I probably won’t ever get the real tattoo, because I always come up with scenarios in my head that having a tattoo in would not be good.
Like, for instance, what if someone held a gun to my head and said, “I’m going to search your body for tattoos. If I find any, I’m going to pull the trigger. If not, I’m going to buy you and a friend dinner at restaurant of your choice.”
And, that’s just one of the scenarios. In all seriousness though, I feel like having a tattoo changes the kind of person that I am. I know it doesn’t, but you know what I mean? This is getting boring again.
Nothing is on TV, because it’s off.






07/08/2011
Streaming Thoughts