tuhtoo?

YAY!
I've had this new tattoo planed for some time, as most people know. I finally drew out a simple sketch of what i had pictured.

I finally decided I just needed to get it done! Not that I actually have the money...Anywho - I was referred by a pal Kristen to a FABULOUS artist, Jesse, who works at Underground Tattoo. (if anyone is craving ink, i strongly suggest him.) And he turned my simple sketch into perfection that i would never have been able to imagine. Im thoroughly in love with it, so far. Its hardly half done, but I can already see exactly where its going, and I know i will just adore the end product. Here are a few pictures for those of you interested in how its coming along:


This is the main piece. It's going to be a tree that fades from being fully alive & green - to a dead crackly tree - into birds. I got the birds worked on yesterday. Coming along nicely eh?

ALMOST BOOB SHOT! :) Then, as you can see, the birds fly through my delicious arm pit (i did apologize to jesse for having to be so close to such a smelly part - his face was right up in there!) and onto my shoulder. The end.

P.S. Yes, it hurt like an insane crazy ass bitch.

i wish i were

ironically one of my favorite quotes from my mother. 
this is how it goes:
me: "hi mom"
mom: "i wish i were"
AMAZING! right? i love my mom more than anything.


back on track: i wish i were....a cartoon. or had a cartoon soul.
or had no soul. either of the above three choices would do.


its not a complaint. life has been good to me lately. In fact, 
i'm on the way home from a cruise with my boy. we had a fabulous time.


cartoons seem to have a beautiful way of not caring. because it doesn't matter.
they are cartoons. people can shut off their TVs & computers -
suddenly they no longer exist. (some scientists would argue, i'm sure)
would it not be rather favorable to be able to turn ones "soul" or "self" off?
just for an hour or two? maybe weeks at a time. 


meditation is your answer - i know. that's not what i'm talking about. 
i'm talking about the complete non-existence of one, or one's feelings.
your new answer - sleep.


not for me. some people hold their stress in their muscles - such as shoulders & neck. 
i hold my stress in my sleep.
without the assistance of medication, i lie awake imagining an opposite life.


maybe - sometimes its just an escape. an escape is what you need. buuuuut, if a 3-night cruise
to the bahamas is not an escape, i have no idea what is. suggestions?

i wish i could escape. i wish i had a cartoon soul.

because then i wouldn't care & and you wouldn't care that i didn't care.

essentials

This blog is going to help me learn myself. I tend to live & breathe, but in no specific direction.
This blog is going to be my therapist. I am going to write and write and write, expecting nothing in return, which happens to be the beauty of it.
The more i write and talk about myself & my interests, the more i gain a better understanding of who i am, how i think, how i live.
This blog is going to be my best friend, I'm going to tell it how my day was, if i so please. I'm going to tell it what is slowly killing me, or what makes me happier than i've anything else I've known.
This blog is going to be a bit of a photo album, because i do believe that pictures are worth much more than words.


[I've had blogs before, but I've never kept up on them. I need somewhere right now to sort left from right & red from blue. I'm hoping this will suffice, It should stick around.]

WELCOME TO MY CARTOON SOUL