Oh, Ha...Did I Forget To Mention This?

As Curious pointed out in yesterdays comments, I guess I did forget to mention I'm getting a tattoo.  Actually, for my first time, I'm getting three of them.  Hmmm.... Let's go back to last week.....

Thursday night all my girls were at my house. Tara, April (AC), Cassie, Trina(who is April's younger sister), and I were all laying around on my bed, drinking, Facebooking and just generally talking shit.  We decided we were all going to get a group tattoo. As funny as it sounded while we were drinking, each one of us was going to get a letter on our wrist that when we were all together spelled FUCK U (we figured we'd be able to talk another person into doing it too).  Lol, not half as funny when I'm sober....  Well, I know that April and Trina wouldn't go through with it anyway.  Cassie already has an idea of what she wants to get.

So that just left me and Tara.  A little back story here.  I'm 31 and don't have any tattoos.  My mother always beat it into our heads that they were trashy.  My sister Melissa immediately went out and got like 5 of them when she turned 18, I think my other sister Melinda has at least one.  I always told myself that I didn't want to get one because I didn't want something permanently marked on my body.  That really wasn't the reason.  While thinking about all of this since I met Tattoo Guy, I figured out what it really was.  Nobody I know only has one.  They describe the experience as addictive.  We all know I have enough problems with addictions....  That's the reason.....  Yeah, it may sound dumb to some of you, but that's the way I am.

Back to the story.  Tara and I have decided that we want to get something that symbolizes our friendship.  We were supposed to go on Sunday, but Tattoo Guy already had too many people backed up and he was touching up Nasty Coochie Tattoo Girl, so we really didn't want to go.  Instead we're going Saturday evening and my hopes are high that he'll want to hang out afterward.  I don't know why I'm so hung up on this guy.... Actually I do.  It's because he doesn't want me, or is at least acting that way for whatever reason.  I don't deal with rejection well, especially from guys, mostly because I'm the one that does the rejecting.  How dare they reject me?  Fucked up, yeah, I know......

Anyways, the picture at the top of the page is what we're getting.  A bad idea?  Maybe, but it fits the both of us so well.  The ex-husband calls us the Toxic Twins, so whatever.  We both like it.  It's not going to be anything big, a couple inches max put on my one ankle that doesn't have the big ass scar running all the way up it.  While hunting for what we wanted to get, I came across two words that I wanted as well, but don't fit with the design we picked out.  Matta & Bella, which are crazy and beautiful in Italian.  I'm getting one of the words on each wrist in small cursive as a reminder that yes, my life may be crazy, but it's beautiful at the same time.....