if i dreamt it, it must be true.

i'm getting a peacocktopus tattoo. it's a peacock, & an octopus. Both, but not.

it's not an excuse to rainbow my skin (it is, actually), but damn, if they charge by colours, i will die. DEAD. death by shrieking.
because what if it's like one spot colour ad vs. full colour ad, do you know what the insane price difference is like?

but let my excitment flutter down first. remember when i was just as convinced it was going to be a humongous black tree silhouette, and it'll be like a charm bracelet, i'd add things to the branches as big life things happen to me? a pair of wings sprouting from my shoulders? qoutes? i'm sure there was a unicorn & blossoms moment too. And russian mosiac. Don't forget the rainbow-sewing skull.

whatever it is, it's bound to be so colourful it'll be vulgar to look at. AWESOME.

if someone uses any of my ideas first, i will stab you. it's an angry week & i'm an angry girl.