I don't let my chin touch my chest in public. I work hard to push my shoulders back (tits out?) and keep a stiff upper lip. When I run at night I carry myself pretty well for a sweaty, panting tattooed girl that makes the locals stare from their patio steps. 3 miles in 40 minutes isn't too bad, though I still have to spend parts of it speed-walking instead of full out running. I just try not to let my heart rate drop. Charlie told me about sit-ups that are downright painful, so if they don't work she will feel my wrath. Or I'll pull her hair. Something.

I take back every bad thing I've ever said about Britney Spears, by the way. Her newest album is ideal for working out to, as much as I hate to admit it. I can't deal with listening to sappy R&B right now (you should only do that in the early stages of a new romance) so power-pop is it for a bit. And a lot of Dance Gavin Dance, but that's a different story.

My arm has healed marvelously. For an inconvenient, itchy, and somewhat funky-smelling as healing under saran wrap for 3 days may be... it fucking works. I only have one teensy scab near my armpit, which is usually not the case. Usually my whole arm is a crusty colored scab that grosses me out for at least a month after a tattoo appointment. I'm glad I get to skip on that from here on out.

Lately I've been struck by more tattoo ideas. That's my coping mechanism to keep me entertained with myself... getting tattooed. I have an idea to go over my kneecap, though locating someone that can tell me not only how it feels but how long they were limping for after is a bit hard. Looks like not many people feel like getting their kneecaps tattooed these days, what a pity. I still want to get the word "eugenics" on my throat/neck, however people have pointed out a few things to me:

1. it makes me sound like Hitler, or at least very racist (which isn't the case but I suppose it could appear that way)
2. it sounds like I'm doing it just to be offensive (which let's face it, I kindof am; the idea is still hilarious though.)
3. it makes me come off as some kind of elitist (which I am when it comes to who should be allowed to perpetuate their genetics as we close in on 7 billion people on the planet)
4. this is not a hideable tattoo, and I don't even have my hands done (...yet)

I think people take me too seriously. This always happens. I come up with a very vague idea that doesn't need to be dissected down to its most finite point... and people do that anyway. For those of you not familiar with the term (or at least interested in brushing up on it's definition) please see this wikipedia article: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eugenics

The group I surveyed on this idea (all anonymous internet folks) responded with a resounding "that is fucking stupid... but you're so hot I almost forgive you." Does a pretty face mean a free pass on this issue? I'm not really sure, it's not like I'm looking to get this tattooed next week or something. I thought about putting it on my second knuckles as well, but I have a list about three pages long of ideas for those suckers. I like to sit on important ideas for looooong periods of time (usually,  unless it's something pointless like lips on my ass or a pirate logo on my upper back) before I get them done. Example: the Lenore tattoo was debated on for 6 years prior to my doing it. The pieces I have planned out for the fronts of both of my thighs have been under consideration for 3+ years.

I'm still trying to find an adventurous (read: possibly retarded) photographer willing to shoot me at a place off Sunset. It is not hidden from passer/drivers-by, and could result in both of us getting a ticket for my indecent exposure. My idea is really good, but finding people with skill willing to take risks in the legal/fine-receiving departments is proving more difficult then I initially thought. I'm going to start offering cake and mashed potatoes in an attempt to convince them that this is a really good idea. Any takers?

I am super-exhausted because I go out too much. I should probably chill the fuck out on that for a bit... but why would I want to when there's places to go and people to see? Do you think 300 situps will make me feel better? Tune in at my lunch break to find out...





P.S. I am a little late on this train, but I really want a polaroid camera. I have an idea for (yet another) creative project I will only remember to work on sometimes over the next year until it's completed. Then it will make me a bajillion dollars. No really, I'm serious.