Realizations and Evident Truths

Decidedly, I'm going to discontinue my blog at the end of the summer. While I realize that this decision will have almost absolutely no consequence on the fate of the universe, it should affect my existence, if only in the slightest manner. I've decided to discontinue because the things I write (which come to fruition only slightly more often than the things I post) are not the type of things I wish to write - that is to say, their value to readers is incredibly inconsequential. While this blog has been an excellent venue to keep friends posted regarding my exploits and [Internet] findings, I'm an aspiring writer (not blogger) and should be writing more prose and poetry (not these fucking blog posts). Still, I rarely devote any time to these desired forms of expression. I won't delete the blog, of course, because I commenced the online venture in order to log things if only for my own purposes. Now, on to other evident truths:

I should probably get a tattoo; this realization stems from the hundreds of shitty ink jobs I'm forced to stare at on a daily basis. Below, a list of some potential ideas. Input appreciated, fundraising even more appreciated (the sooner you raise the cash, the sooner I'll consider putting a permanent stain on my arm that in years to come I'll regret):

Ideas that require typeface recommendations
1) Biggie's Ten Crack Commandments (Old English?)
2) "Your Tattoo Sucks" (Comic Sans, if only to be ironic)
3) "I dabble in everything"

4) A 4" x 4" square that is filled with a tie-dye pattern because it would be an incredible journey to meet a tattoo artist that could do such a pattern)
5) a Kurt Vonnegut self-portrait (or just his asshole)
6) A diamond and money sign on each bicep (Trill'r than you)

I guess that's it for now, but certainly I'll conjure 4-5 more good ideas based on the awful tattoos I'll see tomorrow. And no more self-realizations