Today is going to be fantastic. And by fantastic, I mean horrible. Well, once 7 PM rolls around, I will be in absolute bliss. But from 4 PM-7 PM, I will be horrified, crying, gritting my teeth, rolling around in the pits of hell, etc.
Why?
I'm getting a tattoo.
Oh, not just any tattoo. I decided it would be an extremely reasonable idea for my first tattoo to take 3 hours.
THREE HOURS.
The tattoo itself is going to be great. It's an illustration from Catwings, a book I loved as a child. I will have 4 cats (with wings) flying down the side of my calf. For the rest of my life. As we all know, cats are better than people, and as all my friends know, I am a crazy cat lady. I have 4 cats and they mean everything to me, so I'm actually very excited to honor them in a tattoo. The end result will be absolutely amazing.
Oh, that? I'm just putting my calf in his mouth for a while, don't worry.
But, I have no pain tolerance. Last summer when I got 5 stitches on my thumb as a result of a work accident, I literally bit my dad's hand as an expression of my excruciating horror. When I crushed my finger last summer as a result of another work accident (apparantly I work in a coal mine), I had to lie around and watch action movies while weeping and eating ice cream for a day. And now I am willingly submitting myself to a 8 foot metal knife machine (really) for three hours. At least my best friends and my boyfriend are coming with me. So they can laugh at me, I guess.If I don't die, I will post pictures of the glory tomorrow.
I survived. Also, I seem to have grown coconuts for ankle bones.
In response to my parents' slight shock at its large size, I must say: I go for gusto.
