flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
I’m pretty sure I’m going to get a certain amount of backlash from various Burning Man/Burning Flipside/tent party devotees on my friends list about the douchey faux tribal border, but I defy you to tell me you don’t know someone with that tattoo.
It’s okay — I know a ton of theatre kids with comedy and tragedy masks. We all have our own brand of unoriginal life choices.
Anyway, if you don’t have a tribal drama tattoo on your lower back and thus don’t hate me yet, buy a calendar! It’s the perfect gift for people you want to confuse and also give a late present to, since you will absolutely not get it by Christmas and really, definitely not Hannukah. And if you didn’t get it already and want something a little more downbeat, last year’s calendar is now also this year’s.