have you ever wondered what a rapping vagina would look like? well, here you go.... Sirens!
So, the little homework assignments that Missy has been giving the suicide girls... so cute :) And its a good idea anyways because it gives all of us a topic if we are feeling lost at what to write. When I am browsing through the pics of all the beautiful girls I read their blogs and then it gets me thinking about whatever the assignment was. The last one I read was "your first tattoo". I started thinking about mine..... and then I started thinking about how far along I have come since then. I just turned 18 when I got my first tat. It was 2003. So, I got.... a tramp stamp. But, since I was still dating Allen (the kid 3 years younger than me that was still in high school when I was in college) and we were both really into Metallica...... wait for it........ I got the Metallica ninja star tramp stamp. You want to see a picture? Good, because I will show you one.
Yep. That's me. The girl with the Metallica tramp stamp. Many fans have that tattoo..... but not too many on their ass. Thankfully, I have about 8 more tattoos now so, I'd like to think that it kind of makes this one a little less.... dumb. I don't know how the logic works there. Anyway, I still like Metallica. And if I didn't have the ninja star there I'm sure I would have something equally as stupid, or worse. So I guess I am glad I got this. I will always remember going to the seedy little booth in the gibralter trade center. The guy that did it knew a friend of mine so he didn't charge me much, and did a great job. Better than any of my other tattoos. Its over 10 years old now and never been touched up. I usually forget I have it until I am coming out of the shower or something. Its usually good for a giggle. Its a nice reminder of the puppy love I had with Allen, and how much Ive grown since then. 18, I was just a kid. You think you're invincible, but I remember being close to breaking many times. At 28, almost 29, I'm so much more stable now. Still crazy. haha. But wayyyyyyy better. I can deal, now.... usually. Sometimes I still flip out about things that I shouldn't... stress is usually the culprit. But, thats why I quit my job. I don't need to deal with all the toxicity anymore. Now, I will be working at the ballpark with happy people! And drunk people, but I figure that will be entertaining most of the time.
The Suicide Machines are playing a show w/ Guilty Simpson in the Eastern Market tonight which is literally across the street from my loft so I'll be heading over to that shortly. If you're anywhere near Detroit you should come! and say hello!
