My Yesterday
So, yesterday I walked into Kennedy and the first thing Heather asks me is if I'll go to Inkporium and get an estimate in her tattoo with her. I said sure and we were off. I've had my design in filing there for about a month now and so I checked in on it and when looking at my design, I decided to get mine at the same time as Heather. We went and got Heather her check from work. Her work place is really nice. She works at Tomato Bros. in Howell and the place had a nice setting to it and was very peaceful. You know, not once did I get a strange look for the way that I dress. Man, I should move to Howell or something, they don't judge as much as people in Lansing and Okemos. I'm tired of the looks I get, but I'm not about to change the way that I dress because of it. I even had a little boy flirting with me at Tomato Bros. He was adorable and his mom was asking him if he was flirting and he oinked twice and nodded bashfully, it was priceless! Anyways, after we went to the bank, we headed back to Lansing so I could get my bank card and get money out of the bank. We got to Inkporium about 10-20 minutes early and he took us in early. Heather made some funny faces when she got her's done, but then again so did I. Mine is ankh right on my neck and goes a little ways down my back. It's black and the tips of the arms and the neck fade into a deep blood red color. Heather got a white swirly design and the guy said that it might end up not holding up because white doesn't always stay in people's skin. I still don't understand why she decided to get the white when she knew that it had a chance of fading, but whatever. I really like my design. I trouble sleeping last night because the guy left bruises on my neck where he was grabbing the back of my neck and it caused my neck to be ten time more sore than it started off being. Sometime, in the middle of the night, I flipped over onto my back which apparently caused the tattoo to bleed a little bit. I woke up this morning with my pillow stuck to the back of my neck and I had to peel it off before I could get out of bed. It looks like I killed someone, white sheets with a lovely shaped blood stain on the pillow. It hurt like a bitch when I peeled the pillow off, it pulled at some of the edges of my tattoo, which was not a pleasant feeling by any means.
Well, I will post a picture of it later even though most of the people that read my journal will probably see it before they even read this entry.
I don't want to go to the dentist today, I hate going to the dentist. The lady that cleans my teeth always hums or sings really loud when she's cleaning my teeth and because she's so into her bellowing, she always nicks my gums and gashes them open [Where Kristen does the obligitory wince and grimace]. Oh well, whatever, it's nothing compared to the pain of peeling a pillow off your fresh tattoo [Again she winces]. Alright, I'm going to go and try to work on my project [seeing as Kristen is in class], but I will more than likely end up just surfing the web as always.
Ciao!
Well, I will post a picture of it later even though most of the people that read my journal will probably see it before they even read this entry.
I don't want to go to the dentist today, I hate going to the dentist. The lady that cleans my teeth always hums or sings really loud when she's cleaning my teeth and because she's so into her bellowing, she always nicks my gums and gashes them open [Where Kristen does the obligitory wince and grimace]. Oh well, whatever, it's nothing compared to the pain of peeling a pillow off your fresh tattoo [Again she winces]. Alright, I'm going to go and try to work on my project [seeing as Kristen is in class], but I will more than likely end up just surfing the web as always.
Ciao!