I guess I have to talk about it.
Yesterday was the ten year anniversary since Kurt Cobain was killed. (Yes, I believe he was killed. That's my right. I don't like Courtney Love. I used to, but I don't anymore. If I'm wrong about the whole conspiracy, well, I think it makes Kurt mad. I know that when I die I'll know the truth, so if I'm wrong, I'll apologize to Kurt and Courtney in Heaven.)
So, I got a tattoo.
Kurt only had one tattoo, a 'K' with a sheild around it on his right forearm. It is the logo of a record label, K Records, that had a lot of bands that Kurt liked, such as The Beat Happening.
So, I got the same one. It looks good. I may be the only one who thinks so.
Taylor told me I should get it higher up so I could get a job. FUCK THAT! I don't want any job that doesn't allow tattoos. I don't want a job anyhwhere in this whole fucking country. I'm going somewhere where my body won't matter. Covered with tattoos.
Ever since I was 12 I've wanted tattoos. I want full sleeves and something down my back and something on my breasts and something on my thigh and something on my calf. Stars and Keys and Bulls and Revolution.