What's mine say?
Dude!
What's mine say?
Sweet!
WHAT DOES MINE SAY?
Dude!
I wasn't a big baby nor did I pass out. And now I have my own artwork permanently affixed to my body. Even though this is a pretty predominant place, none of my coworkers noticed. At least not yet. But I must say, I love it more than I thought I would.
And of course, according to the guy that did it, I am the first person to giggle as a response to the pain of a tattoo. It has been confirmed folks. There is something just not right about me.
Two weeks until my weekend with my mom in a sunny place with vast beaches and bottomless drinks. Needless to say, I can't freaking wait. Now if only my passport would show up...
Edit: Ask and ye shall receive... passport showed up yesterday! One less thing to worry about for me!
5 comments:
Duuuuude :)
I'm glad you're loving yours! The first three I got didn't bother me painwise, but man, the last one just about killed me.
Enjoy your upcoming vacation, drink one of those bottomless drinks for me ;)
I swore I would never get another one during my first tattoo, but in my defense it was pretty ambitious (read: big) for a first tattoo with a lot of detail. Maybe that's why this one was pretty mellow. Or I just forgot. Or I am just that tough. Who the heck knows!
I most certainly will. May even have to take some pictures to post as proof. ;)
Yeah for the Tat, and that you love it.
Let's get to the good stuff, a vacation somewhere warm and sunny....drool can I hide in your luggage? Seriously you wont even know I'm there!
It's going to be a tight fit since there are oh, say three other people crammed in there. ;)
what a great way to bond!! I don't bite!!
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