It's very early, but I think it's safe to say that I just experienced my favorite moment of the day. Click here to see the source of my joy.
"This is the LAST time i will say it! You dont even know wat my dreams are!! Juge yourself, not me. that is wat god can do."
"Even if u think it IS bad! you dont even no my tru potential. U PROBLY CANT EVEN DRAW!"
SynysterInk, I'll admit it: I did juge you. And I deem you fabulous. Keep on tattin', sir. Practice makes perfect. Follow those dreams, watever they are. In time, u can probly be the best darn tatter the world has evah seen. Keep the faith, dahling!
*UPDATE*: My sister is highly upset that I used those misspelled words. She called from Indiana and reamed me out. "But you don't misspell," she quipped. "I don't like it at all." I offered my defense: "It's comic relief," I said. "I'm just going along with the tattoo guy's lingo. When in Rome." Pregnant pause. "I hate it," she finally hissed. Sorry, Sister. The deliberate errors stay. I am, of course, well aware that she'll somehow make me pay for this. All I can do is wait.
