One more week of being 19.

I can't believe I'm still so young. It's ridiculous, really.

 

Nothing stresses me out or causes more panic attacks than having a bad hair day. How stupid & vain is that?

If reincarnation were real, what would you want to come back as?

I've been thinking about this a lot lately. Don't know why. There are so many more important things to be thinking about, like what classes I should sign up for so I can keep my health insurance, or if I've sat in front of the microwave too often and won't be able to have babies. But I've been thinking about what I would be reincarnated into.

This thought processes is nothing spiritual. It's just me finding an excuse to deeply think about what it would be like to be a rock. I think I would be a rock. Not a pretty one like tiger's eye, that'd be nice. I'm going to be a hunk of calcite or something. Nothing special, unless you're in  a 7-year-old's rock collection.

I had a dream that I tied an American flag to a fire hydrant because of how funny it would be knowing that hundreds of dogs would pee on it.

I keep seeing tattoos that are better than mine & in places that I want to get a different tattoo.

Then I look at my tattoos and get freaked out. That's really on my skin? What was I thinking? Then I remember I don't care. Ha.