I like telling people Doctor Who ruined my life.
I'm a fairly new Whovian. I tore through every episode Netflix has, and now everything is related to the Doctor. Even days where I think I've gotten rid of fantasizing about David Tennant, something brings me right back into this sci-fi culture. (Yes, 10th Doctor is my favorite... which evolved to just loving Tennant in everything he's ever done. Cassanova... *drool*)
In the procrastinate fashion of most artists, the Who world has distracted me from life itself. I had expressed my despair and aching for Tennant on Facebook when a friend of mine mentioned she's even gotten Who-related tattoos done. Ridiculous! I thought. That's going too far...
Apparently, that thought doesn't last long to a Whovian (I really dislike that label.. haha. It's terrible.) Well... As you can tell from the picture, I decided to learn to write in circular Gallifreyan and am thinking of getting some kind of design tattooed on me!!! I might just do "Allons-y" in tribute to the 10th Doctor. I'm still very uncertain about what I want it to say, so don't expect this tattoo to happen soon.
Two nights of drawing circles... My portrait of Willow is still in the outline stage. Waiting for me. Staring. Judging.
The love of my life is a drummer who sets the beat of my heart to the rhythm of his soul.