When I was in high school, before we took a midterm, final or regents, we were given a sheet of yellow scrap paper that you were not obliged to use for the test. However, since we had to stay for a minimum time of two hours for a three hour test, I often used mine to scribble, scrabble and sketch on. Nothing serious, just a few cartoons or even some notes for another class. When I think about it, my sketches were just a bunch of simple drawings, not unlike Lil' Wayne's tattoos. I can't lie, I thought that the lightening bolt tattoo on his forehead was the world's longest lasting pimple until last week.
I'd like to think of myself as well versed in the tattoo and piercing culture. I have a combined total of 14, and although I have stopped with the piercings, I'm constantly thinking of new tattoo ideas. I got my first tattoo on my18th birthday. It was a gift from Dawn, my ex boyfriends mother. One of my favorite things about her was her tattoos. I think she had about thirteen at my last count like three years ago. Blanyway, her gift to me was my first tattoo, which is kind of a sacred bond between two people. The tattoo itself is a Celtic knot symbolizing eternal life with the names of my deceased family members. Little did I know that for the remainder of my relationship, this one tattoo would be thrown in my face as the gift that didn't need to be given. To which I say, if it wasn't permanent, I would give it back, but I can't so that thought is useless. That thought also includes MANY four letter words.
Then I got to thinking, on all of the tattoo shows, every person has a sob back story to explain why they are choosing that tattoo. And I awkwardly find myself trying to explain a tattoo to the artist. I really don't owe you an explanation. But it makes for good conversation when you run out if things to say in an hour. My last tattoo is an Autobot logo, yeah I said it. I fell in love with Transformers COMPLETELY on accident. All I know is that I am one.
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