My LA Tattoo

I'm definitely getting a tattoo of the LA symbol we recognize from Dodger hats. Not sure where or how big. But it's going down. And on a day like this -- a day away from taking on Chi-Town in the NL Playoffs, a 90+ degree day in late september -- I'm particularly excited to see homegirl Lykke Li being her inimitably adorable self somewhere in Los Angeles (anyone know where??).

What I like about her odd manner is it doesn't feel like the forced quirkiness of so many a pop darling. Lykke's a little off. And just being herself, far's I can tell. I'm a little off too I think, though fear/anxiety do their part keeping that side in check.

Usually right about now I'd be telling you about where and how I'd like to fuck her, but I actually feel more like being a couple months into a comfortable relationship with her, waking up from a nap and trying to grab a book or my laptop but she interrupts for making out and cuddling. I oblige. While we're doing the fantasy thing, let's say Lil Wayne is there too. He likes to watch.