This year's first real heat wave struck my city yesterday and today I've got the worst case of the chub-rubs that I've had in years. Stings like a motherf-r. On the other hand this is the first summer in a very long time that I'm wearing anything showing off some leg.
I guess the tattoos will do that to you.
Well, it does to me.
And other people of my lovely city. Which is exactly why I love
summer. The sun shows it's face for five minutes and suddenly everyone and
their cousin is half-naked. It's also much easier to find a tattooed person in
Sweden than someone without ink. Mostly fantastic.
Speaking of tattoos; my new boss likes my
And I have a colleague who looks so much like
Ricki Hall I want to take him home and use him as an art piece.
I'm sorry about the absence, but I've got shit to take care of.