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Today I got my eighth tattoo.
My first tattoo in 2 years. My first tattoo in 3 years that's not covering a large portion of my body. Well, it covers my whole wrist, but that doesn't count like the orchids and ladies on my arms...
I got a tattoo that 3 years ago would've gotten me mocked relentlessly by every older kid in NH. That was when I was 17 or 18 and everyone was 20 to 26. I've always been the youngest. Well, now it's 21 to 23 or 29. So I hope everyone can act like an adult now (it's been 2 years since I've gone to a show in NH, hung out with people in NH, jesus, thats a long time)
My life might've been completely different if I grew up 6 miles away in Vermont, 180 miles away in Canada, 90 miles away in Maine, 1000's of miles away in another country - whatever.
I grew up in a state where you don't have to dial 1 or the area code.
So yeah - whatever - I got a 603 tattoo. On my right wrist, opposite the airplane on my left. It's a weird, weird font. It's black, with pink in it. I wanted to get an outline of New Hampshire or the Boston Red Sox "B"...but no matter which way I did the outline, if someone viewed it from the wrong direction it would be Vermont, and I'm allergic to red tattoo ink so I couldn't do the "B". So I got this. I like it. It could be read as "EOG" or "EO9" from the wrong side, but who cares - at least it's not the state of Vermont on my wrist.
My first tattoo in two fucking years. Crazy. My last tattoos were my heart and crossbones on my stomach and my orchid (sorta) half sleeve that Jay gave me for my 19th birthday.
Everyone is so old now. People I grew up with are getting married, or got married a couple years ago.
My mom got married when she was 17 (yeah, she's a lesbian now, but so what, shit happens) - I'm 4 years behind that. If I was in her shoes, I would have a 1 year old baby now.
I always said I'd never get married, never have kids. I'm not so sure now. It would probably be awesome.
It's 5:15 in the morning and I'm stressing about the fact that I'm not married and won't be anytime soon. Jesus, I just want to be 14, 15 or 16 again going to the Elvis Room and Safe & Sound and seeing Kicked in the Head when they were a ska band. I hate having to work a real job, pay bills, etc. I always wanted to be old enough to get tattooed (legally), buy beer, live alone, etc - now I can, I do - but I just miss all that old shit.
It's hard to have fun when its 2005 - working 50 hours a week, music sucks, the city you live in sucks, you're sorta drunk, really tired, have to wake up in 5 hours and your best friend and love of your life is 300 miles away sleeping after watching strangers with candy.
All I really wanted to say was that I got a 603 tattoo and I miss how life used to be when I was in NH.
My first tattoo in 2 years. My first tattoo in 3 years that's not covering a large portion of my body. Well, it covers my whole wrist, but that doesn't count like the orchids and ladies on my arms...
I got a tattoo that 3 years ago would've gotten me mocked relentlessly by every older kid in NH. That was when I was 17 or 18 and everyone was 20 to 26. I've always been the youngest. Well, now it's 21 to 23 or 29. So I hope everyone can act like an adult now (it's been 2 years since I've gone to a show in NH, hung out with people in NH, jesus, thats a long time)
My life might've been completely different if I grew up 6 miles away in Vermont, 180 miles away in Canada, 90 miles away in Maine, 1000's of miles away in another country - whatever.
I grew up in a state where you don't have to dial 1 or the area code.
So yeah - whatever - I got a 603 tattoo. On my right wrist, opposite the airplane on my left. It's a weird, weird font. It's black, with pink in it. I wanted to get an outline of New Hampshire or the Boston Red Sox "B"...but no matter which way I did the outline, if someone viewed it from the wrong direction it would be Vermont, and I'm allergic to red tattoo ink so I couldn't do the "B". So I got this. I like it. It could be read as "EOG" or "EO9" from the wrong side, but who cares - at least it's not the state of Vermont on my wrist.
My first tattoo in two fucking years. Crazy. My last tattoos were my heart and crossbones on my stomach and my orchid (sorta) half sleeve that Jay gave me for my 19th birthday.
Everyone is so old now. People I grew up with are getting married, or got married a couple years ago.
My mom got married when she was 17 (yeah, she's a lesbian now, but so what, shit happens) - I'm 4 years behind that. If I was in her shoes, I would have a 1 year old baby now.
I always said I'd never get married, never have kids. I'm not so sure now. It would probably be awesome.
It's 5:15 in the morning and I'm stressing about the fact that I'm not married and won't be anytime soon. Jesus, I just want to be 14, 15 or 16 again going to the Elvis Room and Safe & Sound and seeing Kicked in the Head when they were a ska band. I hate having to work a real job, pay bills, etc. I always wanted to be old enough to get tattooed (legally), buy beer, live alone, etc - now I can, I do - but I just miss all that old shit.
It's hard to have fun when its 2005 - working 50 hours a week, music sucks, the city you live in sucks, you're sorta drunk, really tired, have to wake up in 5 hours and your best friend and love of your life is 300 miles away sleeping after watching strangers with candy.
All I really wanted to say was that I got a 603 tattoo and I miss how life used to be when I was in NH.