
A girl I know is getting a roller skate tattoo for her birthday, and it caused me to wonder--what is a relationship with a tattoo artist like? Do you always use the same person, or do you bebop around? It seems like going to a new artist would be even more awkward than changing hairdressers, but maybe tattoo artists aren't actually very territorial. Maybe they understand that certain artists are right for certain designs, and they have no problem with you using the best artist for the job. It's a tricky world to navigate, man. So many feelings to consider.
I wish it were always fall, so I could wear boots and cook ham and it would rain instead of snow. Which is the autumnest of states? Vermont, maybe, or New Hampshire? I should move there I guess, except for I'm pretty sure those places get snow, yuck. Washington seems pretty autumnal, and maybe Montana, but I refuse to move to Montana unless forced by global climate change. And I'm sure they get snow. Snow is horrid. Why is there not a machine to create a portable climate, so everyone could be where they're the happiest? This is probably not even the fakest thing that we could invent. This is just money waiting to be made, guys.
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When I lived in South Carolina I was routinely eaten alive by both no-see-ums and mosquitos. After one particularly bad outdoor brunch I lost count at 50 bites. It was not the most desirable situation.
I remember overhearing people in a Chick-fil-a once, and the guy was describing his visit to Seattle: "and there were NO BUGS! People don't even have screens on their windows!" It was basically the height of homesickness.
Why are there no bugs in Seattle? I've already been pining to move there, and now you throw this in the mix? Why doesn't everyone live there? Surely the rain doesn't cause *that* many suicides.
There are no bugs in San Francisco either. I grew up thinking screens were interesting and exotic, as were air conditioners and lawn sprinklers.
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