Saturday, January 17, 2004
See my sprite? Isn't she a beauty? She is an
Amy Brown work of art, and she's also currently tattooed on my right arm. My other tattoo is pictured on my
other blog, and located on my back. I have four others plannned; all fairly large eye-catching, and colourful, but in places that are easily covered when needed.
The tattooing of my body is a re-birth for me. For years now I've had ugly scars marking my skin. Scars from cuts, excema, and various other things. The tattoos have taken over the scars and turned them into something beautiful (you may agree, or not, I do not care), and in turn, I feel beautiful. My self-image has improved 100% and for the first time since I was a child, I am comfortable, nay, more than comfortable in my own skin. I'm no longer trying to mold myself into somebody else's image of me, and this too has helped tremendously.
Kris - 6:48 p.m.
Hello and welcome to Meaningless Drivel. A collection of ... I don't know, but I hope it's interesting at least. I find I have a lot of thoughts in my head all the time, thoughts that just beg for posting somewhere in public. This is as public as I'm willing to go. Hopefully nobody actually reads these things anyway.
Funny how these internet fads take hold of a person. I'm actually a very private person, always have been, keeping myself shut off from others I meet until we've been friends for a very long time. You may have guessed that this type of personality trait isn't exactly conducive to making friendships or even maintaining them ... but a treasured few have weathered my weird attitude to become lifelong friends. Yes, you did read that read that right. A few. I have four good friends, and one sister. I also have one husband, but how I managed to ensnare him is beyond my powers of deduction.
Why blog like this then? Because I can. It's suitably anonymous, I'll never have to hear about somebody reading it if I don't want to, and honestly, there isn't much else to do when you're surrounded by six feet of snow and it's -40 degrees celsius outside. I'm bored silly, and I love to write, so there.
Kris - 5:34 p.m.
