So here's the story:
I woke up this morning, decided "hey, I'm going to get a tattoo today." Went to work, discussed it with the pals.
At 5:30, I rushed into the bathroom, took of my nylons (they're so attractive), and drove to Painless Steel. Okay, so here I am, wearing bright pink halter top under black zip up hoodie paired with short jeans skirt; I walk into the joint all by myself and they all stare. What? I realized then that I probably look like some 20 year old that wants to get a butterfly on her ankle so she could be like her other sorority sisters. Everything should become uncomfortable right now.
I told the dude I wanted a tattoo. He told me to come back in an hour. I am sparing you all the details, but he wasn't very nice. So...I drive to the Good Food Store, sit in the cafe and drink a mango smoothy. Yum.
7:00pm roles around. Go back, meet tattoo artist. A girl about my age and cooler than fuck. She gives me my flower and we have a grand ol' time. I just took the bandage off about fifteen minutes ago. So far, I'm digging the tat soooo much, but I'm a bit unsure about the location. But once my skin goes back to normal and I'm not all puffy, I believe it will be swell.
So I do have pics of it up, but they're truly the shittiest ever. You can't even see the fucking thing. But...it is a lotus flower, symbolizing women and the goddess, nature and the differences between heaven and earth. And! it's bright, fuckin' pink. Sweet! Hopefully come August, I'll have rocking ones to show all y'all.
And my cowboy hats...giddy up!
I woke up this morning, decided "hey, I'm going to get a tattoo today." Went to work, discussed it with the pals.
At 5:30, I rushed into the bathroom, took of my nylons (they're so attractive), and drove to Painless Steel. Okay, so here I am, wearing bright pink halter top under black zip up hoodie paired with short jeans skirt; I walk into the joint all by myself and they all stare. What? I realized then that I probably look like some 20 year old that wants to get a butterfly on her ankle so she could be like her other sorority sisters. Everything should become uncomfortable right now.
I told the dude I wanted a tattoo. He told me to come back in an hour. I am sparing you all the details, but he wasn't very nice. So...I drive to the Good Food Store, sit in the cafe and drink a mango smoothy. Yum.
7:00pm roles around. Go back, meet tattoo artist. A girl about my age and cooler than fuck. She gives me my flower and we have a grand ol' time. I just took the bandage off about fifteen minutes ago. So far, I'm digging the tat soooo much, but I'm a bit unsure about the location. But once my skin goes back to normal and I'm not all puffy, I believe it will be swell.
So I do have pics of it up, but they're truly the shittiest ever. You can't even see the fucking thing. But...it is a lotus flower, symbolizing women and the goddess, nature and the differences between heaven and earth. And! it's bright, fuckin' pink. Sweet! Hopefully come August, I'll have rocking ones to show all y'all.
And my cowboy hats...giddy up!
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uncool_hipster:
You are so cool I get chills just reading your posts... El Caminos and spontanious body art. You make me smile. I've been trying to decide on something to permanently mark my body with. Nothing has stuck with me yet. I'm here, it's late and I'm watching reality bites... never identified with the movie. I was never cool enough to understand the motivations of the characters... just thought they whined too much. You on the otherhand are truely a unique individual and that makes you the coolest baby!!! I'll have to post a pic of me in my cowboy hat. Don't laugh too much.
egon:
I want an new tattoo. Even thouhg I just got one like a month ago.