Well, today was Jim Dandy. Know why? Because I got a tattoo. My first tattoo. After four years of wanting this one tattoo, I finally got it. And I paid for it by myself! Sure, I'm out 140 bucks, but Hayzoos Kreesto am I happy. The artist nailed it. I don't know how you'd screw the thing up in the first place; the concept isn't very difficult to wrap your mind around; but I'm so relieved and happy and proud of my tattoo that I get to call my very own. Here are the pictures I've been circulating around various social networking websites:
Yeah. I got my first tattoo running right up my spine. I'd like to talk about that, actually. I was made to believe that getting a tattoo on your spine would be a torrent of hellish pain inconceivable to mankind. Lies. Lies! Lies lies chicken pies! I spent all this time anticipating what a tattoo could POSSIBLY feel like-- I've heard so many versions-- and I intentionally didn't wear eye make up to my appointment for fear of making a mess if I started crying. But it wasn't agony! It wasn't unbearable! It wasn't pleasant, but I wasn't praying to God to take the pain away the whole time. I would describe the process as slightly irritating, with brief, intermittent waves of discomfort. People have most commonly described the feeling of getting tatted up as a sunburn that someone is scratching over and over. I would say that's pretty accurate, but it's not even THAT painful-- just in the same ballpark. It was NOTHING stacked up against all the anxiety I held towards the uncertainty of how painful this thing would be. And this was on my spine, the Bermuda Triangle of tattoo locations (pain-wise). If this is my reaction to a spinal tattoo, I'm probably going to fall asleep during the session if I get one anywhere else! It's NOT that bad; don't let people scare you.
So... yeah, I'm really stoked on this investment. I'm accomplishing things I've wanted to do for so long, and it's such a rewarding feeling.
In unrelated news, I'd just like to speculate-- as I so often do-- on the things that make me feel stupid.
Things That Make Me Feel Stupid: The Bank
I had to deposit some checks today, so I swung by the bank. I was getting my tattoo right after, so I was wearing this backless midriff. And for the halibut I was wearing black shorts which show a little booty, but who's complaining. I walk into the bank with my lil' midriff and my lil' booty shorts and my big ol' sunglasses, and I looked hoochie to say the least. But I wasn't really concerned; I wasn't heading out to a family reunion or something. I haven't had much experience depositing checks so I got in line, started filling out that check form thingy... when suddenly a banker (who looked like Jimmy Fallon) came up and told me I could do it on the machine outside. I did not know this; I had always just done the deposit inside with a teller. I wasn't on the home field in the first place, so already I was feeling somewhat uncertain of myself. The teller guided me step-by-step how to use the machine outside, and I got all choked up and would ask stupid questions and do stupid things to further enforce that I was a dumb bimbo walking into the bank with hardly any clothes on. Jimmy-- we'll just call him Jimmy-- was helpful and explained everything to me, and I thanked him, feeling quite embarrassed. Suddenly, I realized that I had two more checks to cash. My forehead turned hot because I COULD have deposited them with the other checks, and Jimmy probably thought I did not know that because I didn't seem to know ANYTHING about the functions of a bank. So I smiled awkwardly, waited for him to leave, and then turned around and repeated the entire process on the machine. I got out of there as quickly as I could. I hate the bank. I feel like a dunce whenever I go there. I always fear I won't fill something out correctly, or I won't know which button to press, or I'll act outside the code of proper bank conduct. I don't know what goes on in a bank! I don't spend extended amounts of time in banks! Mostly because I don't have any source of income. But how should I know everything about the inner workings of a bank?! I shouldn't. I don't! So... yeah. The bank makes me feel stupid.
I also feel like making one of these lists so I can match up guys to my criteria in a more organized manner.
Things I Am Attracted To In A Guy (In No Particular Order)
- Mystery
- Wit
- Intelligence
- Uniqueness (I guess 'quirk'? Like me!)
- Lean/some muscle
- Sense of humor
- Liberal
- Tasteful/meaningful tattoos
- Vulnerability
- Boyish/messy hair
- Nerdiness
- Sharp/defined eyes
- Reformed 'bad boy'
- Ability to play the piano
- Responsibility and maturity
- Respect/politeness/chivalry (call my "miss" or "m'lady" and I'm yours)
- 'All-American' guy... not to be confused with jarheads
I'm into more than one type of guy, so some of these things clash. But all are ohh so attractive.
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