Lately, I'm obsessed with getting a tattoo.
Why? I have no idea. I mean, not even a clue. I've never, ever had any kind of desire to have a tattoo. I mean, I'm in the enviable position of fearing both committment AND change. People like me should not even consider getting tattoos. Ever.
Yet, I'm sitting here wondering how much it would hurt to get a tattoo on my foot. Or, if I would dare to expose my ass to some stranger so I could get "Xavier Roberts" written on it, just like Hermosa Toby, my Cabbage Patch Kid from when I was in 4th grade.
Thus, a tattoo is a bad idea for me right now.
I think it's not really so much about the tattoo as is it about wanting things to be different. I'm so unsettled these days. So uneasy. I keep waiting for something to happen. I don't know what, exactly. But something.
Getting a tattoo is probably not the answer to all of my life's problems, right? Maybe I should just get a new blog design or something.