Man, I'm crashing after my tattoo high. All I can think about is the next one. My skin is crawling thinking that I'm going to have to wait till the 8th of next month. See, that's why tattoos are so dangerous! You get addicted to them. I don't even flinch when I get one.... but the scary thing is that tattoo needles don't bother me but get me into a doctors office and i'm crying when they pull out the syringe. Go figure!
What I'm missing the most is the smell of the ink, the sound of the drill... the great conversation during the process. That feeling that I'm somewhere I belong. It's a place where I'm understood in a fucked up kind of way. The only thing you're really judged by is how good your last ink job was. I don't know...
I think that tattoos have made me a stronger person. I can mark each phase of my like with one. I have my Goth life one (the vampire bat on my chest), I have my reminder of my life in Ireland (the celtic band on my right wrist), my freedom/wandering/growth stage (the tribal butterfly on my back and the new skool butterfly on my leg... I got them 4 weeks apart from each other), my symbolism stage (my Heart/Ank/Crescent Moon on my left forearm... to remind me that there are polarities in love... the ank as the symbol of male and female together.. the loop in the ank represents female and the lower part represents male and the heart is what pulls it all together), my earthy stage (a native american symbol for earth/wind/rain), My Grateful Dead stage (a grateful Dead bear on my arm that has since been removed), my wild stage (my chest piece), my religious stage (the two flaming hearts on my wrist... I was going for the nails in Christ's wrists look), my realization that I love myself above all hurt and heartache and that truely "the rollercoaster rides a lonely one..."(my "Sour Girl" tattoo on my left wrist), and my adventurous stage (the wierd "windmill" on my left forearm). All of them things that have made me the totally strange and vibrant person I am.
The only thing that I'm really holding back on is the tribute to my mom that passed. It's been a long time coming and I don't really know where to start with it but now that I have my first "Tattoo Guy" (this guy has made Karen history by inking me a legendary 3 times and my fourth will be on January 8th. I swear he will be the only person to ink me either till he moves or I die!), I'm going to have him draw something up for me. Since we pretty much have the same disposition and we have so much in common, I trust him completely and give him free reign over my body (something that I have NEVER said about a man!).
Well, that was my rant... I'm off to make a Rasberry Stoli and Sprite mix and then a smoke.
Be safe!
Me
What I'm missing the most is the smell of the ink, the sound of the drill... the great conversation during the process. That feeling that I'm somewhere I belong. It's a place where I'm understood in a fucked up kind of way. The only thing you're really judged by is how good your last ink job was. I don't know...
I think that tattoos have made me a stronger person. I can mark each phase of my like with one. I have my Goth life one (the vampire bat on my chest), I have my reminder of my life in Ireland (the celtic band on my right wrist), my freedom/wandering/growth stage (the tribal butterfly on my back and the new skool butterfly on my leg... I got them 4 weeks apart from each other), my symbolism stage (my Heart/Ank/Crescent Moon on my left forearm... to remind me that there are polarities in love... the ank as the symbol of male and female together.. the loop in the ank represents female and the lower part represents male and the heart is what pulls it all together), my earthy stage (a native american symbol for earth/wind/rain), My Grateful Dead stage (a grateful Dead bear on my arm that has since been removed), my wild stage (my chest piece), my religious stage (the two flaming hearts on my wrist... I was going for the nails in Christ's wrists look), my realization that I love myself above all hurt and heartache and that truely "the rollercoaster rides a lonely one..."(my "Sour Girl" tattoo on my left wrist), and my adventurous stage (the wierd "windmill" on my left forearm). All of them things that have made me the totally strange and vibrant person I am.
The only thing that I'm really holding back on is the tribute to my mom that passed. It's been a long time coming and I don't really know where to start with it but now that I have my first "Tattoo Guy" (this guy has made Karen history by inking me a legendary 3 times and my fourth will be on January 8th. I swear he will be the only person to ink me either till he moves or I die!), I'm going to have him draw something up for me. Since we pretty much have the same disposition and we have so much in common, I trust him completely and give him free reign over my body (something that I have NEVER said about a man!).
Well, that was my rant... I'm off to make a Rasberry Stoli and Sprite mix and then a smoke.
Be safe!
Me
darkmrfripperton:
I can hear the Pink Floyd in it...sort of a Wish You Were Here era vibe 
poemelyric:
Exactly! That's what I was thinking. I'm glad i'm not crazy! 