So my friend Becky and I have come up with the most brilliant idea. We are going to open a tattoo shop...with pastries on the side :). We have decided to call it Tarts and Tats. Despite the fact that we are look as likely to step into a tattoo parlor as bikers into a cupcake shop, we are sure that we would be phenomenal at it. We would be the designers (of course) and cooks. I personally think that I would be distracted by the pain of a tattoo if I was holding a scrumptious cupcake or cookie.
Then, I got all deep. Mindless work tends to lead to this. I began thinking that our friends are a lot like tarts and tats. The tarts trick you into thinking that they will always be there to satisfy and are good for you. When in actuality they are gone in just a few short bites and leave you feeling the need to pathalogically avoid the scale for at least a month. Tats on the other had are always there. They are well thought out. Permanent.
Maybe a little deep for a fun convo but oh well.
i wanna be a tat not a tart! i also wanted to be the first to post a comment!
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