Today someone complimented on my tattoo.
It’s a red Japanese chrysanthemum with my son’s name and birth date underneath.
I often look at it when I miss him, and imagine giving him a great big hug. Looking at it always makes me feel better.
I will probably continue to do this until the day I die.
Instead of spending it on adult things like bills.
Bills, you be boring.
Dear Santa,
I believe in you again, so please bring me money to get this tattooed next to my Latin tattoo.
Love,
Me
I was going to write an extremely long entry on love that no one will read, but
BUT
I decided to tell you I’ve finally realized what I want my first sleeve to be.
Of course, I’m not going to go into details, because that would be rude.
But it will be glorious.
Now I just have to find the money tree, and all my dreams can come true.
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I also write poetry.
