Saturday, September 27, 2008
Talk to me
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I hate the way you stop talking to me halfway. You make me sit in front of the computer for nothing. Oh well.
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Anyway, I have gotten a rough idea of what i want for my tattoo. The only thing is when. I've decided that the arm is not the right place to go. The sentence,
" Till Death Do Us Part?"
across the upper back. Lighter to darker shade from top to bottom.
Because ever since granddad passed, the only thing i thought about was why he left so quickly and suddenly. Now its different, now i wonder why i didn't spend more time with him while he was around. So till death do us part as a question will remind me to spend more time with the people i love before any of us pass.
