T.A.T.U.

This box was empty for a while before I started typing. It's not that I have nothing to say- I have heaps- I either just don't know how to say it or I don't think it's suitable (suitable meaning there's no way it's going on this blog).

So, tomorrow Mum, Irene and Ellie are going to Tokoroa for a dog show, meaning Tori and I will be left at home to take care of things. I'm being paid to look after the reception and greet annoying customers and handle their hyperactive animals. Yeugh.

I have pretty much decided on getting a tattoo. I am leaning toward a bird design. Birds are... birds are strange. Birds look like machines, with their shiny feathers and little eyes and clacking beaks. Bird have small, fragile bones and funny grey tongues and they date so far back in time it's kind of scary to think of how much longer they've been around than we have. So I'm thinking maybe a phoenix, or a falcon, or maybe a fantail. It would be on my upper back, near my shoulder, and maybe 5cm square or something. Not too big.
So far I haven't managed to find any design that really stands out, but I'll keep looking.
I've been thinking about what it would be like to have this beautiful, colourful tattoo of a bird, and the idea appeals to me very much.

And so this work I've been doing will probably be the thing from which I get my funds :D

Speaking of my title- oh, wait, we weren't. Right, we are now- does anyone remember those guys? Or girls, I should say.