Masks are Mirror Images

Not long till my eighteenth birthday now, three weeks. Three weeks till I get my tattoo.

I have been rifling through my "my recieved folder" and looking at the hodgepodge of things that people have sent me over the months. Its quite ecclectic really. There are a few songs, one or two in languages I can't understand, lots of photos of people I don't know, some of people I do know, and the odd naked or near naked woman thrown in for good measure. There are a lot of remmants of my ex-boyfriend in my "my recieved folder", his drawings, pictures of him etc... I should get around to clearing that stuff out... but I probably won't. There are recordings of people playing the guitar and videos of people playing the guitar. There are also pictures of guitar's, t-shirts, cars, tattoos, eyes and much more crap. There are music videos, "funny" videos, poems.... why am I boring you with all this? Because I am amazed and amused by the breadth of things people see fit to send me.

Why do I want to get a tattoo? Other than the fact that it is on my list of things to do before I die? Ownership I guess. Once its done, no one will be able to change that. Me claiming my body. Does that sound odd? I guess it does, but it is something I need to do.