As of this month I have two tattoos. Mine don’t have any super complicated back story and I didn’t get them to mark any significant time in my life, they exist just because I like them.
The first is of a little bird on my wrist. I just worked it out and I’ve had this one for 5 years, since 2009, wow. I got it because I think birds are funny. That’s it. I’m the one that tried to feed an ibis an m&m and that chased some cockatoos down the street because I wanted to watch them. Yep that’s me.
I’m not really sure how I sat through this tattoo. Not because it’s big or super intricate, but because I HATE having my wrists touched. I can’t even touch my own wrists, that’s how bad it is.
My second and newest tattoo is of an origami rabbit. This one can technically have more meaning. I wanted a rabbit tattoo after I got Billy, my first pet living out of home, and then I saw the perfect image from Hug A Porcupine.
It also works because I like crafty stuff and origami is one of my favourties.
Neither of these really hurt too much, and I got both done at the same shop in Nunawading. The second artist I had was much nicer than the first, who argued a bit too much about which way I wanted the bird to face. He had a point if I was planning to get other pieces on my arm, but I wasn’t.
I love both these little guys on my body.
So here I am again, sitting down to try to make sense of photos I’ve already taken. I must be doing something wrong, I really must. To write one of these posts I need to have the previous 365 post open so I can tell where I’m up to, my phone open so I can see what photo was actually taken on what date, and the images from my phone open in a folder. Is anyone else doing this project having these kinds of problems or am I just unorganised, or better yet, using the wrong software. Anyway, without further ado here are the photos from these dates. Not this week, or even last week because I can’t possibly get my butt into gear to have that flowing smoothly.
Today I have no voice. For someone who talks A LOT this is a pretty big deal. I am lying a little bit though, I have a voice. A tiny little croaky whispery one. I hung out with my Mum today and that probably didn’t help. We like to chat. All day. From 9am until about 3pm we’re usually yammering on.
Loosing your voice is one of those things that seems great until it happens. Not like I’d try to make it happen, but in the way that you think about it and it seems… romanticised. Like scraped knees are a throwback to childhood, a husky voice seems all sexy and mysterious.
But actually I’m annoyed. I struggled at work this morning and didn’t go this afternoon. It’s pretty hard to keep control of about 30 kids if you can’t raise your voice. It’s also really tiring to try to force the words out. Just speaking to my parents and Matty had left my throat tired.
Being sick suuuucks.
I am so mathematically challenged. I am having an unnatural amount of issues with getting a) the right amount of pictures in the post, b) the correct dates in the title, c) working out which damn photos are from which day. Why is this so hard?!?
Ermahgersh, now I’ve just realised that I’ve mussed up which photos are from which days in at least the last two posts. Goddamn it! Let’s see if I can get this week right, then maybe I’ll think about adjusting the rest.