Well this morning I felt like I was in the movie “The Hangover.” I’m not hungover. That’s not why. It’s because I started looking through my pictures from last night and you know, remembered that I got a tattoo…..when I saw the picture of myself getting it.
It was a good day. Brande and I spent most of it on the beach. We found some comfy beds right there on the sand. I bought a new bathing suit. We swam. We drank tequila. We ate tacos.
We went to dinner with her parents. We drank some wine. I decided that we should get tattoos, but Brande is smarter than me, so as it turns out I’m the only one who actually got one.
Kind of reminds me of this one time in Brooklyn when a cab driver was holding my friend and I hostage in the cab. He had locked the doors, but we unlocked them and had the doors propped open a little bit. So then he wouldn’t stop the car. He was running red lights and speeding through Brooklyn. Eventually he slowed down just enough for us to jump out.
Even though it might not be the perfect tattoo I still appreciate the forever reminder of the decision I made that night and the effect it will have on my life. The way people will perceive me. The way I will see myself.
I think it’s good to remember that we always have a choice. We can’t control the world around us, and things will happen over which we have no say. The only thing we can control (when we are lucky) is the choices that we make, and the way we act or react to what life throws at us.
In other news people seem to be liking my gangbang which is up now on hardcoregangbang.com. And I am currently on a ferry.
Xoxo
Princess Donna