only a fortnight my ass

i’ll grant you, in some ways it seems like the world might end in only two more weeks…

…copper’s regressed back to how she was back in 2002 when she got here, “messing” (in the bathroom sense of the phrase) all over the house, i actually have a girlfriend that will use title in public (first time since alex), and even my income is back where it was at the turn of the millennium.

shit, this could be it.

but somehow i doubt it. we’re hearing more about the fiscal cliff than the rumored ships from the movie 2012 that supposedly are “real”.

i find myself doing what i usually do this time of year, which is the extreme slow season for the tattoo industry in austin and pretty much nation-wide as people drop their money on loved ones for the holidays versus a big pile of skulls on themselves: will i stick out the super-fun tattoo shop with the fairly low pay or try to find something that, on paper, pays more even though i’m stuck in some cubile like some foul-futured KFC chicken getting stuffed full of corporate bullshit and greed and lies as my soul shrinks in direct proportion to my waist growing as i say, “yeah, i’m miserable but at least i’m financially secure?”

you know, when i put it that way maybe that won’t be happening after all…