Friday, February 8, 2008

can I start over

So I got some new ink. And its only a week old and I have, of course, had to mess with it a lot...and every time I look at it, I think what the hell am I doing? I don't think anyone I know (including myself) would peg me as a chick with tattoos. But the more I think about it, the more I think these tattoos are my silent protests against the person I am becoming...the person I said I would never be....the person I'm trying not to be. The person who works in corporate America, the person who owns a home, the person who can't pick up and leave at a moments notice, the person who is seeping into my every molecule.

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