It's my birthday in a couple of weeks. I wasn't even going to bother about asking for anything from DF, I figured we'd spent enough money on ourselves lately.
However!
It's all my boss's fault really. He started asking me about my tattoos, because his wife had booked in to get their childrens names tattooed on her feet (and I have two on my feet). And then the next day he came in and said his wife had booked him in to get his (and he doesn't even WANT to! He's just doing what she tells him to!)
Anyway, so talking about it to my boss started me thinking about it. The feeling you get while you're sitting in the waiting chair. The smell of the place (clean, if you're wondering!). The buzzing sound of the gun. The usual gruffness of the artist about to inflict pain on you, who only soften once you've winced and gritted your teeth a little, who then go on to tell you stories about their wife/husband and their kids, other people they've tattooed etc.
So yeah, I started thinking about it and once you get that feeling, it's hard to shake. So, guess what I'm getting for my birthday? 
birthday!
August 15th, 2009 at 10:54 am
August 15th, 2009 at 01:51 pm 1250344317
No, I mean, do you have an idea of what you're going to get yet? I don't have any tattoos, but I always find it interesting to hear what people choose, why they chose it, and what it means to them.
August 15th, 2009 at 10:49 pm 1250376577
August 16th, 2009 at 12:37 am 1250383045