This summer, I saw a guy on the Subway with a tattoo that read, “F*** You”. Not “Fuck You”, but the edited version, like it was the title of a Hot 100 song. It seemed like a waste of a tattoo. Why wouldn’t the guy just go full “Fuck”? It’s not like the tattoo was cryptic or even a social-media acronym (see: “F.U.”). It was two words, self-censored, on his skin. It would be there forever.
Over the past two or so years, I’ve been a college student and occasional writer, but this blog is my chance to go full “Fuck”. I am taking it upon myself to write something everyday, or at least seven posts per week. There will be no form or style or organization in general. I don’t know where this will go, but I know it will be here forever and want to make it count. Enjoy.
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