Geek life, BITCHES.
Yesterday afternoon the oh-so-delightful katetastrophe at No Regrets gave me my first tattoo...
I look kinda like I'm trying not to pee:
If I were the kinda person who got scared...
She's got her shit all charted out...
Time to get your crayons and your pencils some inking on your stencils:
IMAGINE A HUNDRED THOUSAND KILLER BEES POKay it wasn't bad at all. Almost kinda nice, actually.
I love how most tattoo guns look like they were made in shop class.
And look at that batshit smile on her...
My body briefly rebels against my brain's decision to be intentionally wounded:
And in the end it's pretty fucking badass.
I hope that my geek monkeys have figured it out by now...
So there you go. That's my new Seal of the Time Lords tattoo.
And yes, it seems that they ARE addictive. I already have several more in planning stages.
Mind you, I'll really have to save up for the back-tattoo of the Monkey King...
Smooches,
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