A new fairy tattoo not
This is my birthday tattoo. Initially i wanted something on my neck. But than, it would clash with my beautiful fairies. So it's on my ankle instead and i'm loving it *hurrah*
Smart me wanted it lower on my ankle cos i figure it's sexier.
High ankle tattoos are just like high up-your-ass carrot jeans.
Eddie did this one.
When it was almost done, Walter said 'wow. not pain ar, do so low?'
Oh daymn, i didn't know it was more painful the lower it was!
But i would've still done it anyway.
Even though it felt like someone scraping the flesh off my ankle with a butterfly knife...
It's absolutely true what they say that the pain is addictive.
I love the feeling... in a non-masochistic sorta way.
Rudy went with me to get it.
Oh, how patient he was... we were there for almost 3 hours.
He paid for half of it as my 21st Bday Pressie from him.
How's that for a present i will always stare at/keep/enjoy *happy grin*
Thank you RUDY!!!
Btw, Rudy is shortform for his name which is so cool... but ack i won't write it here lest he doesn't fancy it being advertised.
My tattoo is so goddamn itchy now.
I can't scratch it.
So i just sorta erm thump at it...
Pie - 1. A baked food composed of a pastry shell filled with fruit, meat, cheese, or other ingredients, and usually covered with a pastry crust.
Today was Pie Day.
Pie Day is Mary's idea.
On Pie Day, we are all supposed to bake pies, bring the pies, and have a pie party.
What *really* happened was that everyone *bought* pies, brought the pies and had a pie party.
Yes. We had chicken pies, spicy chicken cornish pies, and chicken cornish pies.
Yes. There *is* a difference.
Writing about Pie Day is making me feel awfully corny and whack somehow.
Like i'm not whack enough as it is. As someone says.