Strix Varia.

"The problem is the pride of man." - Raymond L'Eglise

Strix varia

Uh, you can talk to me if you feel the need to get to know me. How's that for an awesome deal?

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Relationship for 5.5 years.

My name is Brittany.

Born July 25, 1989.

Steak is my favorite.

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You do not have fucking “haters.”

Also, on that same note, not everyone who dislikes you is “jealous” of you.

Some people are insanely delusional and it’s pathetically hilarious.

Things.

People tell me “oh wow you’re going to be covered [in tattoos].” …I have four. I guess it’s because I’m small and the tattoos are, relatively, pretty good sized.
People at work with shitty homegrown tattoos… that are massive and on your forearms. Nice.
I will blow shit up if my boyfriend doesn’t get to come on our trip.
I spent like $10+ at Sonic today for lunch. What the fuck.
The cool thing about this trip is I will get to wear the septum jewelry I actually want for 5 days. :3
If you have a Sonic or anything like that anywhere near you, where you can basically get stuff made however (especially drinks): get a banana caramel shake. It’s heaven.
Laundry.
I need a hair cut.

All of you who have done/are willing to go the scarification route…

are fucking troopers. There is no way I could do it, even if I wanted to.

Kudos to y’all.

You’re not a mother, you’re a fucking surrogate. There is a difference.

Quit disgracing the actual mothers out there who have put their lives aside for their children that they may or may not have wanted to have at any particular time; which is something that was apparently too difficult for you to do. For your sake, you better hope once your child grows up that the internet doesn’t exist anymore, otherwise he’ll get to see all the drinking, partying, getting tattoos, bragging about drunk driving, etc. (general: spending money and time on things other than himself) and feel like a total pile of shit. He’ll wonder why he wasn’t good enough. Why your alcohol was more important, why getting random shitty tattoos was more important, why your friends were more important, why anything else in this entire fucking world was more important than your time you could’ve been spending with him.

People like you need a fucking wake up call.

I wonder if famous people ever read the fanfiction/stories/stuff that people write and are like “what the fuck? That is not me at all.”

It’s so crazy looking in the “tattoos” tag and recognizing some peoples’ names.

Hahaha. I might not be able to point them out or be like “so… this such and such guy did this such and such piece” but I do recognize their names.

That’s what happens when your best friend is a tattoo apprentice. She tells me all about all different people and styles and even now I am more analytical when I look at things. Especially local work. Because most of it’s really not that awesome. Hahahaha. Sometimes I feel bad, because I’m like “damn… that line’s wonky…” but then it makes me realize how bad ass it is that the guy I go to knows his shit and the girl he’s mentoring is my best friend, so she’ll know hers.

Hell. Yes.

These things are cool. When the berries are grown, you can smash them up and “paint” with them. They’re purple. :3

Have you noticed that, usually, super beautiful girls with sideways pictures look incredibly normal if you turn them right-side up?

So we’re just randomly sitting here, you know, doing nothing.

I’m painting my nails and my best friend is flipping through flash books she has. All of a sudden she goes “you should flowers on your knees.” But not just any flowers we’ve decided: bad ass flowers. Which rules out roses. Hahaha.

And then, because she has a PANFRA (read: panther) on her knee, we were talking about how no one around here gets knee tattoos and how excited her mentor would be.

So perhaps after my arm is finished, and after I get my foot tattoo by her, that’ll be what I do. And hey, they won’t be birds. B)