Lawn care and tattoos

Today I tamed my lawn. I just moved into a new place downtown and while the location is great, it's kind of a crummy place, but maybe I'm just snobby. Anyway, because I'm probably not living there for more than two more months, I'm a little indifferent about common maintaining procedures. This resulted in the lawn becoming an evil monster that would eat my bicycle from time to time and conceal lesser monsters within. So something had to be done. We borrowed a lawn mower from our lovely neighbors and hacked away. It felt good because after we had gotten done, I could feel proud about my place again. Plus, I didn't wear my shirt at all when I was working, which is always a plus. I haven't gotten to do that a lot lately. Either I've been working or it's been too rainy to shed said shirt. What made it even more cool was the fact that I had these wicked awesome tattoos on my arms from a rock star party I went to the night before. Don't worry mom, these were fake tattoos for my rock star costume; we all had to come dressed as a rock and roll god (or goddess). I applied them yesterday and they'll stay for another week or so. It's interesting because I now have a little bit of an idea of what it's like to live with a tattoo. I think people treat you different with a tattoo. I even had to cover them up for a job interview. I've always wanted a tattoo. Just something to show off at the gym when I'm curling big weights. Maybe like some elemental thing with dragons with a cross in it somewhere, you know, so it can be a Christian tattoo.