Tattoos: The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

17 11 2008

I got a new tattoo yesterday with my best friend Dan at True Blue Tattoo which was done by a good friend of mine, Benny Smalls. I’ve had tattoo fever since I was 13, but now that I have an arm tattoo I have pretty much sealed my bare arms’ fate into being covered eventually. Well at least one of them anyway. I thought I would share some photos of fake, real, bad, good tattoos:

1. Will Ferrell as Elf

2. Scarlett Johansson

3. Josh Hartnett (I’m sorry, but he’s nasty)

4. Jack Black

5. Jennifer Love Hewitt

6. Eve

7. Antonio Banderas and Nasty McGee

8. Rihanna

9. Jessica Alba

10. This print is actually hanging up in True Blue’s shop.

11. Tattoo angel chick

12. Last but not least, my friendship tattoo! It says “DK” in the banner. And yeah, it’s a shitty Photobooth picture from my Mac…



What is this world coming to?

30 09 2008

Hey Suz,

Scarlett Johansson got hitched. To Ryan Reynolds. I can’t even imagine what it must feel like to shack up with Alanis Morrissette’s ex (wow, I most likely totally botched how that’s spelled)… Isn’t it ironic? And that makes sense because nothing in that song is actually ironic.. like the above statement.

I just ate a pumpernickel bagel and drank an iced coffee and now I feel like garbage. I went out with “Robb Zombie” again last night… drank a large beer and barely got any sleep. Again. That may be part of the reason, or most of the reason, why I feel like a trash can. I forgot to tell you the other day when I went on a date with him on Sunday night, the same night we had the talk about his girlfriend situation (the one I drunkenly forgot about), we went back to my place and messed around for a couple hours. It was hot, steamy and absolutely lovely and ended with him falling asleep…. while I was blowing him.

To be honest, I was falling in and out of sleep as well so I am almost surprised that I didn’t wake up with a dick in my mouth not remembering how I (or it) got there. I told him about it the next day and he was shocked. He slept at my house until 4 pm yesterday and he messaged me…

Him: “I slept till 4 today. I guess I was reeeally tired. Haha.”

Me: “The fact that you fell asleep while I was blowing you was the first indicator of how tired you were. Hahaha!”

Him: “I’m still amazed by that. You’re the best.”

For everyone else that doesn’t know this wonderfully handsome man, he’s a sound engineer so he is essentially nocturnal and barely gets any days off so when he’s tired, he’s TIRED. Or I’m just trying to cover up how badly I give head.

Clearly, that’s untrue.

He and I have been spending a lot of time together which is nice.. he had two days off in a row, which is almost unheard of. He’s still asleep at my house right now with Bella curled up right next to him. To say that it’s hard to get out of bed when I have a cute puppy laying on me from one side, and my Viking-hunk-of-a-man wrapped around me from the other side, is an understatement.

Ohmigod. “Carrie Bradshaw” (a.k.a. your former employer, and my current employer) just asked about his fucking purple pen. Again.

My father keeps emailing me and I don’t know how to stop letting it affect me, and/or ignore him completely. I want him out of my life but it’s kind of hard to say to someone “Hi. When I associate with you it makes me feel completely worthless and all you do is make me want to shrivel up and cry. I know I owe you money, but that’s essentially the only thing tying me to you at this point. Have a nice life and goodbye. -Kirsten”

I can’t wait to get my new computer so I can stop using this piece o’ shit PC. And oh, by the way, those new PC commercials suck donkey balls and their only saving grace is that Pharrell is in them and he happens to be extremely sexy.

And this is just ridiculous:

Ta ta for now.