Sunday, November 18, 2007

Day 273

I never posted a picture of the new tattoo. Well, really 2 of them because the original zodiac sign for Scorpio was super faded and all of the ink fell out of the center (bad ink..bad artist)...so it was redone for me. I hate that the original artist messed up so much and there isn't *much* that can be done to fix that super fat part of the M. Ugh.



I also want to get "Scorpio" between..but under the two of those..to kind of tie it all together. I'm kind of mostly proud to be a Scorp girl..can ya tell?


This artist (Baldy) has such a light hand I barely knew when he was doing the work. Which makes me feel better about having him fix the wings on my back (same artist that did the messed up M did one of my wings and it hurt SO bad I refused to go back to finish the other one..plus I kinda got pregnant). He's going to redesign them for me so I don't have Kristin's design on me anymore. I'm kinda tired of flying in circles. Teehee.

3 comments:

YogaNana said...

Pity they don't make white-out for tattoos, huh?

chelsea said...

Glad your so happy with it all, I'm glad...

Saint Holiday said...

Abidoo!
How can you stand those needles?!!! I went to the dentist yesterday to have my last metal filling replaced, and when I got in the chair, he immediately came at me with a needle as big as a railroad spike. I put my hand up and said, "Whoah!" I said, "I came for painless dentistry, with capital letters, in bold and italicized." He said, "Well, I never feel any pain when I practice dentistry." "Not you! Me! I want gas!" So he gave me the gas, turned it all the way up, and then went to clean Raelene's teeth, forgetting about me. After a while, he shouted across the room, "How are you doing, Holiday?" I replied, "I can't feel my feet, but I'm not hallucinating yet." "You're not supposed to hallucinate," he said. He had this music playing by Elton John: "Well you know it's going to be a long, long time." I don't remember the name of the song, but that refrain stuck in my head. And then the dentist came over and stuck something else in my head. And wiggled it around like a Nazi. I felt like a shishcabob. I'll tell you, sweetheart; I hate needles. I had to lay down for a TB test, and I wouldn't have gotten that if I hadn't been forced to by the county government. TB or not TB, that is the question. Anyway, it looks like a friendly scorpion, well-done. Now you're all finished and don't need any more tatoos, because daddy & mommy made you just perfect, right? I love you.