Finished my Joy Division tattoo today. I think it came out rather good, if I do say so myself. Tim Lebron from Shamrock Tattoo Company did an amazing job. For those wondering: lines were NOT meant to be straight. We stayed true to the album cover as much as possible.
I took this the same day as the other picture I uploaded of my tattoo, but I like this picture more.
I need new glasses, this pair’s much too big.
First look at my *first* tattoo. Not my favourite Joy Division song, but my favourite lyric of any band. Will be turned into a full piece later this year.
Oh, and fuck the Westboro Baptist church.
I don’t really do my hair. I just sort of wake up. Pretty easy to tell, though, especially because one eye is still half-closed.
I was going to say that I was all cleaned up for hosting Easter, but look how fucking dirty my mirror is. So much dust. It’s probably Braille for “Fuck you, Jesse, you’re bad and you should feel bad.”
My friend told me I cut vegetables like a serial killer. I laughed, until she showed me this picture.
There’s this blue thing on my camera, and it makes everything darker in the morning.
Oh, and fuck combs.
I’ve been bulking for the past two weeks. I’ve gained nine pounds, and it’s scary inside my head sometimes, how much I want to skip meals because I have to eat so much food just to maintain, never mind gain.
Religion is the joke that never had the decency to die.
