you're going to need your microscope for this one, people. and don't be creeped out by my tarantula hand...ready?

see that teensy tiny little speck of a thing? that, ladies and gentlemen, is my tragic excuse for a tattoo. not that i don't love it, but it has gotten laughs out of the handful of people i've shown it to and for good reason. i know, i know, aren't i just the coolest. 

normally i prefer a little mystery to it, but i figured there's no better excuse than this stupid holiday to bring it up. while i'm a huge fan of candy & cupcakes & decorating & the pink/red combo of valentines day, i hate the idea that counting on someone else to love you and complete you and all that bullshit is promoted so heavily. personally i'm more of a "love yourself first and everything else will figure itself out" kinda gal. granted i may end up a creepy old cat lady and even more cynical than i am today, but hey cats are fun i guess?  

i got it on my right ring finger to remind me of all that, just in case i start to forget. because it doesn't matter if there's anything on your left hand, ever, just as long as you're comfortable with yourself and all you have to offer. although i do love diamonds... 

so happy valentines day everyone, do something fab for someone else but also remember to do a little something for yourself. and cherry-pick some of the white candy hearts out for me!

now if you'll excuse me, i have to go reestablish my position as the resident cold hearted, insanely private  girl & possibly share a bottle of spanish wine with my dear miss bradley.

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sevilla pictures to come!