Alex comes to see me at work today and rolls up his sleeve to reveal two black printed words, outlined in angry red skin. "nothing better" it says. I am floored. I feel partially responsible, having exposed him to The Postal Service and shared my love with him. It's crazy. I know he didn't get it for me by any means, but I know that without me, it wouldn't be there. I sound shockingly selfish, but it's me.
I've decided that sometime soon I want to take the plunge. After thinking about it for several hours. [haha] I've decided that I want to get either
1. voglio cambiare. [it means "i want to change" in italian, in case you don't already know]
3. let go.
I want it to be in Alex's handwriting. I love that idea. And I can't decide if I want it with black ink, red ink, pink ink, white ink or green ink. Hmmm. I want it on my foot or ankle, but not in that cheezy "rose-on-ankle" type of thing. I thought about getting a single cherry blossom at the end of the word, but that might be much.
I've got time to think about it.