“I keep waiting to meet a man who has more balls than I do.”
— Salma Hayek
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category : amuserings & musings, say what?
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category : blahblahblah, daily grind
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lately i’ve been obsessed with fuck yeah, tattoos!, so much so that my own personal ink is going on there twice. (i don’t really have good pictures of my first tattoo, so not submitting that). and a few other tattoo blogs on top of BMEzine. plus, even though it hurt more than any other tattoo ever, my foot ink is so beautiful i want nothing more than to get another one, and to expand on what i have, and make it awesome. more awesome.
i can fully understand how this becomes an addiction where you find yourself covered in artwork from head to toe. i could very well develop into that, and i think it would be fabulous. and, seeing as how i’m not a pretty girl, i quite enjoy having a tiny part of me that is undeniably pretty. because it really is. of course, that’s all due to my monumentally talented artist, who took a vision in my head and translated it to paper to ink to skin. phenomenally skilled artist.
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category : glee
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today, even though it was hotter than a crotch, i went and got a new tattoo. it is unbelievably awesome, and alex is a god amongst tattoo artists.
here are my feet, the last they will ever match.
alex made a mehndi design just for me, it is fabulous!
i absolutely cannot wait to get the left foot done!
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category : wrath
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[background: at 1:59 pm EST i received an email from harvard requesting money “Under Harvard’s low- and middle-income initiatives, the family tuition contribution for more than 3,000 undergraduates is now at or below tuition levels of the top twenty U.S. state schools, as identified through US News and World Report. This is your Harvard. This is the impact of your gift.“, which i PROMPTLY DELETED IN A FIT OF RAGE…]
then this happened…
random dude: i’m [redacted], a sophomore at harvard calling on behalf of the harvard college fund. i’d like to speak to ms. [mangling my lass name]
me: that’s kind of me.
harvard asshat: did i get it right?
me: not even close
harvard asshat: oh. well…we at the harvard collge fund would like to thank you for your recent donation and would like to ask if you would be willing to continue giving.
me: i have never donated money.
harvard asshat: oh, well would you like to start?
me: not even a little bit.
harvard asshat: even a donation as little as $10 can encourage our big givers to donate more.
me: …
harvard asshat: [blah blah blah blah, i don’t even really know wtf he’s saying as the boiling, stabbity rage slowly fills me up to the eyeballs]
me: i’m not interested. at. all.
harvard asshat: we’d really like to convince you to start donating blah blah blah
me: look, i didn’t get one single cent of help when i went so i am most definitely not going to add a single cent to your coffers. unless you count the thousands of dollars and cents i’ve paid the harvard student loan dept.
*click*
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category : daily grind
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this morning i:
- waited an hour for the fucking bus to come (it didn’t), because you can’t take the T on marathon monday because the MBTA is run by incompetents
- set my lunch bag in some suspicious fluid (gross), because that part of allston is gross
- got dirt blown all over me because it was windy as shit
- lost a contact on the 64
- was late to work
and i still have to go to the dentist in a bit.
fuck my life.
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