Amy Winehouse won a Grammy. Amy Winehouse is in Rehab. One has nothing to do with the other, so why are people getting bent about it? A crackhead can have talent. Being a "role model" isn't a new prerequisite for a music award, is it?
Did I miss the memo about the government solving the World Peace dilemma, getting the budget balanced, funding the sure cure for cancer, and dissolving partisan practices? I can't think of another reason why the government is poking its stubby little fingers into whether or not a baseball player was injected with HGH. It's BASEBALL. Entertainment. Unless they found Osama bin Laden, ended the war, championed the end of disease as we know it, and learned to play nice, WTF are they spending money on this?
Dude in the ancient Corolla...instead of hitting the brakes every 3.2 seconds, how about you just slow down? I'd rather have to adjust my speed downward than play Guess Whether Or Not I'm Gonna Stop.
Zooming along at 45 mph, enjoying the feeling of the breeze on my knees and not minding the odd bugs getting splattered on my visor, the theme to America's Funniest Videos started playing in my head. I do not know why. But I wish it would stop.
I'm not going to become an Ink Freak. I won't wind up with tattoos creeping out the neckline of my shirt collar, spilling onto my neck. I won't be a mass of scribbles dow my forearms, creeping onto my hands.I love tattoos and I like seeing them on people, even the massively inked people, but I have my personal limits.
The ink that I do have and will get has meaning. No one else has to understand it, but it's not there to offend or make people flinch. Thumper is cute, but he's not on my arm because of that. When I get the tiger, it won't be because tigers float my boat (though they do) but because there's something in the design that has a deeper meaning to me. And there's a 3rd one I will get if I can't incorporate it into the tiger tattoo, because it really means something to me.
Happy Day After Valentine's Day!
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