To say I'm new here is to say that sometimes Popeye enjoyed the consumption of spinach. I spent a good two hours or so last night with a friend of mine perusing the albums of various Suicide Girls, all of them many shades of lovely, and all I come away with is a desire to get tattooed. Well, first, I came away with a desire to spend money on my own membership. But yes. Tattoos.

This is complicated, for many reasons, given my general aversion of such a thing. The idea of paying someone to essentially permanently stab anything into my skin seems like the last thing I'd want to do -- and as someone who is admittedly fickle and, while incredibly stubborn, prone to changing likes and dislikes the ways other people change their socks and underwear, it seems like a terrible idea to get something so drastic as a tattoo.

Ideally, if I had the time, money, and ability to withstand the pain, I would get ivy vines starting at the nape of my neck, going across the shoulders and then wrapping down the arms until they ended at my finger tips. I can't imagine what that would cost or how long it would take, so I shall avoid that one until, well...until I can afford to not work for a company that might not like such a work of art.

Second to that, I believe perhaps a well-drawn thistle would be nice -- a black thistle with a bit of that purple shading. Around it would be an oval, I think, with my family's Scottish surnames written in between bits of the outlining oval in a nice script. I believe I'd want that on my hip, probably.

I had thought of perhaps some sort of fleur-de-lis pattern, but I'd want it on the ball of my shoulder -- only problem is, if I ever go through with my ivy plan, then it would not go well with any other potential tattoos I might want to get placed along my arms. So...I believe I need to keep my arms free of markings for now until I decide if I want to do a larger piece at some point.

Which means I would probably want...

To say I'm new here is to say that sometimes Popeye enjoyed the consumption of spinach. I spent a good two hours or so last night with a friend of mine perusing the albums of various Suicide Girls, all of them many shades of lovely, and all I come away with is a desire to get tattooed. Well, first, I came away with a desire to spend money on my own membership. But yes. Tattoos.

This is complicated, for many reasons, given my general aversion of such a thing. The idea of paying someone to essentially permanently stab anything into my skin seems like the last thing I'd want to do -- and as someone who is admittedly fickle and, while incredibly stubborn, prone to changing likes and dislikes the ways other people change their socks and underwear, it seems like a terrible idea to get something so drastic as a tattoo.

Ideally, if I had the time, money, and ability to withstand the pain, I would get ivy vines starting at the nape of my neck, going across the shoulders and then wrapping down the arms until they ended at my finger tips. I can't imagine what that would cost or how long it would take, so I shall avoid that one until, well...until I can afford to not work for a company that might not like such a work of art.

Second to that, I believe perhaps a well-drawn thistle would be nice -- a black thistle with a bit of that purple shading. Around it would be an oval, I think, with my family's Scottish surnames written in between bits of the outlining oval in a nice script. I believe I'd want that on my hip, probably.

I had thought of perhaps some sort of fleur-de-lis pattern, but I'd want it on the ball of my shoulder -- only problem is, if I ever go through with my ivy plan, then it would not go well with any other potential tattoos I might want to get placed along my arms. So...I believe I need to keep my arms free of markings for now until I decide if I want to do a larger piece at some point.

Which means I would probably want something a bit smaller elsewhere first, just to make sure I'm up for it.

...that being said, hello to everyone here, and...I'm liking it here already.