It is starting to flake off around the head. Skyler's bubbled up and started falling off within hours, because he has hairy arms, and apparently the 25-cent type tattoos don't like to be applied over all that fuzz. Jed thought it was real. Apparently he thinks I am the sort of person who enjoys anchor-strangling cobras. Our friendship is now in question.
But here's the thing. The more it sits there in my peripheral vision, the more I wish I did have an awesome tattoo right there. It looks good with this half-sleeve sweater. I could put something pretty right there instead of a serpentine sailor. Now I just have to figure out what.
Of course, now that my tattoo-artist buddy who lived here last year (and who did mercedes' octobiker) moved out to Minneapolis, there is no way in hell that I am going to get a tattoo in New Haven. The goal is to have an idea/design by my next visit to Portland.
Any suggestions?
5 comments:
yay!
I will email skyler for to congrats on a date.
and you should totally get a tattoo.
I will keep my mind on that task. As much as I can keep my mind on any task.
Eloise?
Wow, amazing. So much happened since I last looked at your blog. I was on a blog hiatus. Man, I don't think I'm even at the top. (And I panicked about that tatoo being real too, just cause of the first sentence, but that's understandable.)
yay eloise!
could be a good one...
isn't there a part with a big staircase, and her running down it?
Although I guess that would be less good for that particular spot on your arm...
ooh, there is... it's kind of small in the book, but it's a good one... and that might actually not be so bad for that spot. I'll think about it.
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