birdhouse in your soul
so last night, sofia blew my mind. she exhibited transpersonal differentiation. she mocked me. so that means that she put herself in my shoes and pretended to be me. it was hilarious. we were playing in her kiddie pool and i said, "i need some water." and dumped a bucket on my head. she then copied that in my voice - she lowered her pip-squeak voice as low as she could and repeated my words and then dumped water on her head. she got a little carried away with it, 'cuz i was laughing so hard. and ended up saying 'asshole' in my voice. she then looked at my stern face and gasped, "sorry, daddy. sorry!"
i'm done with smoking - it's the best decision of my life. i had an epiphany the other night "if you quit these, all of your dreams will come true." cigarettes have been holding me back, 'cuz they take up my money and my time. i need to continue my focus to only three areas of my life - work, tattooing, and family.
so i don't have a sketch for today, but we cut corieann's hair after tattooing miguel last night. we're working on covering up some tribal work on his arm - and then we'll apply the same design on his other arm, and then we're gonna put a futuristic mercenary (like trinity from the matrix) on his leg. teh raddest part is that we're trading all this tattoo work for dental hook-ups. he's a technician that works out of his home for local dentists and we're trading corieann's dental work for tattoos. i love that tattooing is a barter industry.
i've been cutting men's hair since i was in the marines, but hookin' up a fade or cutting hair with some shavers is way different than cutting a female's hair with scissors. this seriously took us until 1:30 in the morning, having started at 11:15 - so, corieann just rocks that she was that patient with me. she colored it yesterday and she wanted a punky bob haircut. we're really happy with it.
