a needed rant
tattoos...yes, they're permanent. I'm not stupid, I know this... I know what I want, and it's in a very inconspicous place(Like you'll only see it if I wear a bikini). Yes, I know Matt hates them. I know a guy, trust this guy when he says his friend is good, and start making plans to go see his work and set up an appointment. Chad ('this guy')calls me, and says his friend is open for an appointment, I don't have the money (God bless holidays...) and after Christmas I'll come in. I get off the phone, and Matt gets pissed at me... "when were you planning on telling me this?" I've just been talking about it for like... five months. "Well it's not my body, it's not my decision, I shouldn't be getting mad at you about this." Sigh...