What a fuckin idiot.  Useless cunt of an idiot.  Schoolboy error.

Due to my general feelings of goodness, and in my rush to get out the door this morning, I picked up a T-Shirt I haven't worn in a while and just threw it over my head.  Stuck on my coat, jumped in the car and drove to work.  I said my good mornings to everyone and went to get a coffee.  And all was well.

I sat down and took off my jacket, then as people started walking past I was getting the odd funny look.  Hmmm... maybe I shoulda brushed my hair, had a shave perhaps said I to myself and thought nothing more of it.

Then I went for a piss... And I realised first of all why people were staring, and secondly why I don't wear this t-shirt anymore.  The sleave doesn't come down far enough.  So there I was, happy as fuck... talking away to everyone, with my handywork on (almost) full display!  What a cock.

I've only had one "what they fuck happened to your arm?!" so far, but I think to anyone apart from this fuckin' idiot it's plainly obvious what happened.  It's quite good though, this guy... it wouldn't even occur to him that anyone would even think of doing anything like that.  I mumbled something about carrying boxes and scraping it on the wall.  (Incidentally that's the same story I gave to my parents when I used to cut my forearm.)

Just waiting for lunchtime, and I'll go change my T-Shirt.  Or should I leave it?  Is hiding it wrong?  Should I just be open about the whole gig with everyone?  What the fuck do I care what these cunts think of me? 

Hmmm... Nah... I think I should go and deal with it.  Especially down here.  I reckon that in Glasgow people would be more open about it, would just take the piss out of you for being a bit of a loony.  And I could deal with that.  But I couldn't deal with all these cunts gossiping and then talking to me like I was a nutcase.  "Oh hiya Me, how are you?....you sure you're ok?".... Go away with your faux concern you useless fuck.

Anyway... In other news.  I've been thinking about this tattoo business.  I think I'm gonna get a Celtic design of some description with Irish Gaelic writing to tell me to be a good cunt.  The Celtic Design and Gaelic is obvious really, something to remember my heritage and all that business.  And having it in Gaelic means that it means something to me and fuck all to anyone else (unless of course the speak Gaelic).  I just need to be careful that I don't get something that lumps me in with all the other bampot football fans/pro IRA sympathisers who get such things. 

I also thought about "The World Is Yours" but I remembered that is from Scarface, and people would just assume that I wanted to be some kind of criminal drug lord.  Which, while not being totally wrong... isn't something I want to portray really.  To me it would mean, I am fuckin' good at what I do.  If I focus and give 100% then I can acheive anything I want.  But I couldn't be arsed explaining that every time someone saw my tattoo.

Then I thought about this Ojibwe Saying - "Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while a great wind is bearing me across the sky." Which I think is ideal, but again... I only know it from The Sopranos, so I guess they'd assume I wanted to be Tony Soprano.  And again, while this may not be far wrong... it's not ideal to steal something from a TV show and tattoo it on your arm forever.  Yes I'm looking at you all you fuckin' Tweetie Pie having fools.

So... The Celtic Design and Gaelic seems fitting.  I'm not going to rush in to anything though, I need to get this right or it could just end up as something else to do with my body that I fuckin' despise.