Today I got inked.
Ginsberg and Neruda will be with me for forever now, in a way.
I feel so badass, and it feels amazing.
I had a friend accompany me on my little adventure today, so that I would have some wonderfully accessible support nearby. And she was. I jokingly said to her, "I ran a half-marathon 3 weeks ago and then signed up for a full one to do next year. Now I'm getting tattooed. If I were thirty years older, people would think that I'm going through my midlife crisis."
She laughed and agreed.
That's another thing I can cross off my bucket list.
I finished both The Myth of Sisyphusand Twilight of the Idols at the beginning of this week and was much more pleased with the former rather than the latter. Camus is a very interesting writer and critic; I think I almost prefer him to Nietzsche. Sometimes. While Nietzsche seems bent on insulting the entire thinking world (which is highly entertaining), Camus gives much more fair critiques. Both men are convincing, but hmm Nietzsche writes with a huge holier-than-thou complex.
Oh, and I saw Merlin and was happy.
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