TATTOO DAYS ARE DIFFERENT. IT'S NOT THE CAPSLOCK -- I DO THAT ANYWAY. IT'S THIS THING WHERE I SUDDENLY REALIZE, HEY,
I HAVE A TATTOO, WORLD!!!. On these days I wear my hair up so my tat, which is on the back of my neck, shows proudly -- the quill pen with the rose wrapped around it and the drop of ink and the drop of blood -- I feel all different and free. Perhaps this came from a conversation with the Ultra-Conservative Thing 2 Teenage Mutant Daughter as we were watching American Idol last night, and I was admiring all the tattoos. Then I started musing about what I'll get when I go to Ireland and maybe Scotland(SUGGESTIONS, ANYONE?) and DAMMIT, THIS TIME I'M GONNA GET 'EM WHERE I CAN SEE THEM. Or...probably not because I live amongst ladies. Y'know, LADIES. And I'm supposed to be one, which I will pretend to be for T2's sake for a couple more years. Anyway, she announced that I don't have a tattoo because mothers don't do that.
gottalovev, FEEL FREE TO CHIME IN ANY TIME. MY TATTOO MAKES ME FEEL LIKE "SUCH A RADICAL!" (SEE EPONINE119'S JOURNAL, SHE WHO STOLE ALL THE GOOD QUOTES [LIKE THAT ONE] FROM
SPRING AWAKENING). ANYHOW, YOU NEEDED TO KNOW THAT SO YOU'D UNDERSTAND. JUST WAIT TIL YOU SEE WHAT-ALL I'MA GONNA POST TODAY, 'CAUSE IT'S TATTOO DAY.