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sunday. i was laying in bed, i'm obsessing about how much celebrities make. it's insane. yet my interest in them is propelling them. they're interesting in a ridiculous way.




anyhow, today i tried stick n poke. i've been wanting to for a while. i'd purchased some india ink. so i reviewed the basics and took the plunge.

well, i really plunged in with my pen and drew a circle. i poked around for about 25 minutes. the circle came out looking like a capital d. anyway i left it and picked up the pen again. this time i wrote walk in all capitals along my foot. take a look.

it's kind of blurred. and well it was taking quite a while. it doesn't hurt after a while. well actually it hurts each first prick and then after that everything is bearable. 

at any rate. i'm excited to try more. i ended up purchasing those thing you've always wanted to buy on amazon. but you always back down. well i finally clicked checkout and not that speedy check out, the 3 page check out anyhow in the cart was a tattoo machine starter kit. i figure i might as well practice with both. i'm really heightened for the future oo's.

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