Excuse me but, what?!I Can Help You said:Sometimes I stare down at my gigantic friend and I see his eyes reflected in mine and I think, you fat bastard, you don't have legs, despite the fact I specifically asked for legs. You're like the fucking snowman from Timesplitters, except I don't have the money for an expensive carpet, mainly because you're not real, and I am, which means you have all my money. But then I switch angles and he looks like a debonair little aristocrat, which is stupid, so I bang my head against the phone but the men never come to tear him from me. Thank god I don't have a girlfriend, or I'd have to paint her up like a carnie and speak only in iambic pentameter. Oh for the release of my skin, get me out, get me out, I want a new friend on my skin.
OT: I don't have one. I like the idea, there's just nothing really significant that I'd like tattooed on me right now.
A guy I know does this but he prints it and puts it on his fridge. Then he sees it every day.mlooshka said:I have a rule for every tattoo I get: when I get an idea, I put it in a folder with a date stamp. If I still want it a year from then, then I get it.
I love every single one of my tats, and I have a backlog of images that have made the 1 year cutoff but I just haven't been able to afford yet.
I think it's a solid idea.