Slices of time and space in my world

I don't have the foggiest idea as to what the purpose of this blog will be. So I will muddle along and see where it takes me. If you are bored enough to take this journey with me, then I pity you and welcome you all at once.

13 May 2008

As many of you know, I’ve never liked tattoos. To me, they are the equivalent of graffiti or painting flames on a car, both of which deface the canvas in question. But I've been watching a lot of NBA playoffs, and have decided to become a rebel, just like everyone else. So I had to figure out what I wanted it to say. Most people I talk to that have “tats” claim that their “ink” has a great deal of personal meaning. So I thought about the things I enjoy in life and found my answer. Here's a close-up for you. Impressive, eh? Of course, now I can’t wear baseball caps the right way anymore, but that’s a small price to pay. And I'm not done yet. I want to be just like Lebron James and have both arms covered in ink. I think I might branch out for my next one. Honeycomb, perhaps, or maybe Smacks. I could go old school with Super Sugar Crisp - they don't call it that anymore, so it would be the equivalent of a vintage jersey. This theme is great and gives me a ton of options; Eggo waffles, Aunt Jemima syrup, English muffins, and of course Dunkin Donuts. Ah, Dunkin Donuts. I think I'll run that one all the way across my back. Stay tuned!

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