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Tuesday, 05 August 2008 21:11 |
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I'm getting a tattoo. The thing is, it's going to have to be quite big, so I'm not sure where to put it. I may start on my forehead with the title, but there is some small print, which goes on quite a bit, which will need a home.
I've already drawn it out, ready for a game tattoo artist to copy here:

but, the small print is very small print, so I have transcribed it here for you:
Do Not Tell Me What to Do ... for I have a huge character flaw which means that I get QUITE angry and annoyed on the inside when people tell me what to do. Of course, being the big drip that I am I never tell the people telling me what to do (unless it's my husband of course, but he deserves it) to shut the hell up, so I stay feeling angry and annoyed for quite a while. It is entirely hypocritical of me because I'm sure I'm always telling other people what to do, but then maybe they don't hate it QUITE as much as I do. The thing is that it's not that I think I know EVERYTHING when I rail against people giving me constant unsolicited advice and orders, it's that I like to find things out for myself, teach myself, learn for myself. In fact it's pretty much what my WHOLE life is about, so other people telling me what to do without having been asked is kind of an intrusion. I may be paranoid, but I seem to attract a lot of unsolicited advice and telling-me-what-to-do behaviour. Maybe it's just because I hate it so much that I feel like people never stop telling me what to do, or maybe it's because I don't live very much like many other people in the world, so that many other people in the world think I need telling a thing or two. I may well attract an awful lot of it because I'm not Portuguese, and, as most old Portuguese ladies know, the English are all a bit dim and incompetent and are absolutely the most impractical people you can find about the place, but let me assure you that they are wrong, that we're very practical, rather brilliant (and humble) and just because I do it differently, does not make me wrong. Now, I understand that all this is not entirely reasonable of me, that I should, like other people, rise above it and smile sweetly, but it's a defect that's as deeply engraved in my soul as this tattoo is in my skin, so that's why I have this tattoo so all the people of the world can read it and give me advice only when I ask for it OR if I have started dribbling and am no longer capable of rational thought. Thank you.
I am aware that ownership of this tattoo will mean my being cut out of my mother's will, as she has always insisted that she would do such a thing should I tattoo even a centimetre of my body. But, needs must.
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oldsflash
I'm not going to wish anyone happy women's day... half of you are blokes and half of you already know you are women... so you don't need an awareness day or any other such nonsense to tell you that you are by far the superior sex... you are multi-taskers extraordinaires, much prettier than men, well most of you, you are non-violent and don't as a rule go round blowing things, or yourselves, up, you are clever and funny and compassionate with all the tools to be a wonderful mother, you are connected to the earth as a life giver (hahahahahahaha, eugh...YUK) ... oh, and you are vacuous, vain, bitchy and vacuous again.
How the bloody hell (i've given up the f word for lent) can I go round saying "woot woot, I'm a woman! hooray!" on a special day invented by some mad person a hundred years ago (pre- universal suffrage.. when, a DAY might have been a good idea)...IT'S WEDNESDAY for a start... when I have work to do, shopping to do, laundry to do, children to pick up, cooking to do. And then what? Am I supposed to PAMPER myself? What is this new silly modern PAMPERING thing? Have we really turned into such lumps of silly girly jelly that we need to treat our greedy silly little selves every day, every month, every year? Pathetic. I guarantee that most women won't be celebrating their freedom, their suffrage and their rising position in the world... just being given flowers or hoping for chocolate. And the ones who don't have all that don't know it's International Women's Day.
Sigh. International Women's Day? Bloody silly. |
newsflash
the paper is "bola". Obviously. |
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