Hard to write

Is this Axe bottle for real?
Why yes, yes it is and it’s kind of amusing.
But is it true?
If anyone knows…leave me a comment!
Gotta love the illustration!

PS – Dirty boys can be awfully sexy. But, that’s just my opinion. Then again, it’s really fun to get a dirty boy clean too.

This past weekend I got a new tattoo at the Salt Lake Tattoo Convention. I found an incredible artist named Coral from Rebirth Tattoo of Anchorage, AK. This is the first tat I’ve had drawn on free hand (the others have used stencils). Coral is so very talented and did an amazing job. I was also lucky enough to have two friends with me, both photographers, who took some great pictures. Thanks Jessie (@kittygutz) and Sol y Sombra (@solysombra)

Coral drawing the design on my back.

Using my necklace as a guide to include an Om in the design.

Working on the outline.

A little bit red and irritated, but done!

Every tattoo has a meaning. This one is no exception. So why did I choose this design?

The lotus flower is the symbol of rebirth, awakening, strength and perseverance. It starts as a small bud down at the bottom of a pond in the mud and muck. It slowly grows its strong stem up towards the waters surface, continually moving towards the light. Once it comes to the surface of the water the flower begins to blossom into a life of great beauty. People also grow and change into something more beautiful (hopefully!)

You can’t see it very well in these pics, but the over all color of the flower is done in gray tones with a hint of periwinkle blue within the shading of the petals. A blue lotus is a symbol of the victory of the spirit over the senses, and signifies the wisdom of knowledge.

The Om (or Aum) symbol ghosted onto the lowest petal has many meanings. According to the Mandukya Upanishad, “Om is the one eternal syllable of which all that exists is but the development. The past, the present, and the future are all included in this one sound, and all that exists beyond the three forms of time is also implied in it”.

~ Anais Nin ~

Another item crossed off my FuckIt List!

I’ve got a lot to say.
I’m about to explode.
Once again…I can not.

Waiting.
Impatiently.
(taps fingers)

But, still have to wait.
Until…

Fuck!
Hurry up.

I need this to be done.

Stupid self imposed gag order.

I’m still busy.
Sorry.

Have you seen my effing schedule? It’s pretty intense. Every morning I pull up my calendar to see what I have going on for the day. Then I have a myocardial infarction and pass out on the floor for a few minutes. Eventually, I come to, snap out of it and get on with my day.

This semester is a bitch. I haven’t made it MY bitch yet, but trust me, I will! I’ve got Business 1050, English 1010, Math 0990 (yes, that is dummy math and still doesn’t even count towards my degree!) and Chinese 1020. The business and English classes are easy, but somewhat time consuming. Math is kicking my ass and I feel like I am not putting enough time into my Chinese. This doesn’t even take into account my regular life stuff.

The pressure is slightly crushing at times.

There’s this stupid fun thing going around Facebook lately. People are putting a note in their status to go to www.urbandictionary.com and type in your first name, then post what you get. Since I should be doing homework, but am trying to avoid it I have nothing better to do at the moment, I figured what the hell…

1. A strong name for a strong woman. A Sandra, especially one born under the star (sun) sign of Aries tends to be intelligent, witty, extremely open, honest & passionate and will do whatever it takes to uphold her morals. While these are extremely admirable traits, they also mean that they should never be crossed. Hope you are paying attention, you have been warned!!
On the flipside, if you do the right thing (and why wouldn’t you?) a Sandra will go out of her way to make your life beautiful.
While fiercely independent, a Sandra has both a strong sense of community and family and will do whatever it takes (regardless of personal cost) to defend and protect those that she cares about.
Do yourself a favour – find a Sandra; stocks are limited and they are (rightly so) in high demand.
Need a friend? Look no further than Sandra.

This pretty much sums it up, although I am not an Aries, but rather a Gemini, which just doubles everything. Also, the morals part is pretty much laughable accurate. Crossing me is definitely not advisable, that is where the Gemini thing really comes into play, evil twin and all…and you have been warned.

To be fair, there are a total of 12 totally made up definitions for the name Sandra. Several that reference Queen (hello!, I’ve been telling you people this forever!) and even one that says, “Yellin babyslingin baseball superstar salesqueen who everyone likes.”, that makes absolutely no sense at all. I’m going to go ahead and completely ignore the one that says, “a girl usually refered to as a slut and a triphlin hoe”, because obviously whoever put that one in there can’t be trusted if they can’t even spell “trifling ho” correctly. Insults must be spelled right…get your shit together people!

You weren’t there, you never were
You want it all, but that’s not fair
I gave you life, I gave my all
You weren’t there, you let me fall

I’m alright, I’m just fine and you’re a tool
So, so what, I am a rock star
I got my rock moves and I don’t want you tonight (…or ever)

Thanks, P!nk

~Sylvia Plath

I love Pho (pronounced ‘fuh’). I crave Pho. I haven’t had any in a while because I have not known of any good places in the SL,UT to get it. So, the other day I asked around Twitter for some recommendations. My Twitter friends never fail me, I got several recommendations and a few dinner dates.

We settled on Pho Tay Ho. First of all, it’s located in a cute little old bungalow right on Main. It’s small, but we went on a Sat evening and had no problem getting a table. It is obviously run by Vietnamese, that know their Pho!! It smells so delicious, the second you walk in the door.

I had the Chin Nam Gau (well done brisket and flank) and Tra Da Chanh (Iced Lemon Tea). My friends had the Chanh Muoi (Salty Lemonade), which I will definitely get the next time. The Pho was served with the regular condiments of bean sprouts, fresh basil sprigs, lime wedges, hot peppers, Huy Fong Sriracha Hot Chile Sauce and what I think was hoisin sauce.

Everything was excellent!! I highly recommend this place to anyone!

Not that you asked, but I’m going to tell you any way why I was in such a shitty (read: cunty) mood the other day. My leg hurt. A lot. And do you want to know why? Of course you do. Because, I allowed someone to cut a big gash in it. On purpose.

First of all, a few years ago, I developed a cyst about half way up on the back of my right thigh. I decided it would be best to have it removed and tested to make sure it was not a sack of spider eggs incubating in my flesh. This is while I was still living in the GA, so I went to my favorite family practitioner. Mainly, because that is what my insurance would pay for and also because any reason I could go see the luscious Dr Berrago, was a good reason.

Side note: Dr Berrago was not just my favorite doctor because he was violently handsome, but because it was amusing to try to guess how many Xanax he must have taken that morning to make him as mellow as he was. I miss Dr Berrago and those bizarrely hypnotic visits with him. Also, I didn’t go to see him because I had some lusty doctor/patient fantasy scenario about him all worked out in my imagination. Pffft! Or did I? The tag line at the top of this blog is there for a reason people! You do the math. No really…you do the math, it gives me a headache.

Any how…the portion of my leg that was removed that time WAS a cyst after all. However, after a few years I began to realize that going to a family practitioner for such a procedure was probably not the best idea. The cyst returned and I ended up with a really gnarly scar.

This time, I chose to go to an actual surgeon. Ya know, some one who has lots of experience cutting people up and stitching them back together. The jury is still out on whether this will do the trick. According to the surgeon, I won’t know for sure until about six months post-op. Cysts can be tough little buggers to remove. If they accidentally leave even a smidgen of the cyst in the body, there’s a good chance it will come back.

Result: A 3″ horizontal cut across the back of my thigh. About a 1/4″ deep of flesh removed from said cut and 30 stitches. And it really fucking hurts! Do you know why? The skin on the back of your thigh stretches way more than you would think. Like every time you move. And when the skin stretches, it pulls on the stitches. And when you sit, you sit on the back of your thigh! There’s no way around it. Who knew?

A few years ago, one of my very good friends said the word “cunt” in a sentence. *gasp*! And she is a girl! And she said it in a normal conversation. Like it was just a…a…a…word! I’m not gonna lie, it was pretty shocking. The longer I was friends with her, the more I heard it. Not like all the time, but sprinkled in here and there. And it was always so damn appropriate!

I, like most of you, cringed at the sound of it. At first. Then I kind of got used to it. And maybe even began to like it. Okay, ‘like’ is a pretty strong description, but the word no longer bothers me. Why? Because it is just a word. Words can’t offend you. Only your own personal feelings about a word can offend you. So, if it’s offensive to you, it’s pretty much your own fault.

Every once in a while I have a bad day. Sometimes I’m feeling stabby. Sometimes I’m feeling cunty. Curiosity got me and I just had to look it up.

Fun Facts about the word Cunt:

- It refers to the female genitalia, specifically the vulva, and including the ‘Cleft of Venus’.
Um, how awesome is that we women have a body part called the “Cleft of Venus”! I did not know this! And once again…how awesome is that!

- It may originate from the London street known as Gropecunt Lane.
Do I even need to explain the awesomeness of this one?

-Scholar Germaine Greer has said that “it is one of the few remaining words in the English language with a genuine power to shock. And it has also been described as “the most heavily tabooed word of all English words.
Wow…shocking!
*Germaine Greer, published a magazine article entitled “Lady, Love Your Cunt”, and also discussed the origins, usage and power of the word in the BBC series Balderdash and Piffle. She suggested at the end of the piece that there was something precious about the word, in that it was now one of the few remaining words in English that still retained its power to shock.

- Feminists seek to reclaim cunt not only as acceptable, but as an honorific, in much the same way that queer has been reappropriated by LGBT people.
I’ve got to get these books: Cunt: A Declaration of Independence by Inga Muscio and “Reclaiming Cunt” by Eve Ensler from The Vagina Monologues.

- U.S. military personnel refer privately to a common uniform item, a flat, soft cover (hat) with a fold along the top resembling an invagination, as a cunt cap.
I can vogue for this one. I had to wear one in the Air Force. That’s how it was referred to. I still have mine. It’s real name is Garrison Cap.

And now you know!

You’re welcome!

Oh, for the love of God! I wrote this big, old long post about this wicked ass, fucked up dream I had the other night, plus a full analysis and then I lost the damn post!!! IT DID NOT SAVE, EVEN THOUGH IT SAID IT DID!!! I can’t possibly rewrite it all. First, because I wrote it really good the first time and will not be able to write it as good again. Second, because I have had a shitty day and rewriting it all will only make me that much more cunty! And honestly, who the hell wants that? You’re getting the very, very abbreviated version. So, I guess you win on this one.

Dream: Being held hostage. Can’t find gun, but can find the shells. Can’t dial phone for help. Etc., etc.

Analysis: I’m fucking stressed.

Why: You’ve read this blog, right?

Update: “Cunty” is my new favorite word. Refer to tomorrows post.

#61 – Get another 100 star tweet ——> Done!

One tweet with 116 stars – this was the first one I got a while ago.

Second one at 100 stars. – got this one today!

Eleven at 50 stars and over.

5,185 stars total.

And what?!!

It’s the little things in life that make me happy. And it was totally fun to cross the first item off my list.