Friday the 19th of February, 2010  

Recursive rabbit-hole.

I’m going to get a tattoo. Don’t worry — it’s not your run-of-the-mill, everyday tramp stamp or something like that. I’m going to get a tattoo of a tattoo artist tattooing the word “tattoo” on my arm, on my arm. I figure that as soon as it’s finished, just as the leftover ink on my skin is wiped away, the singularity will occur and we’ll all get sucked into a black hole. I’ll be the coolest girl in the entire event horizon.