Tattoos

I love them. I love each and every one that I have, and I plan on getting tons more. I know they're not for everyone, and I have a ton of respect for those who know they don't ever want one. But now, for a creepy picture post in to my soul. Because I don't have any tattoos that don't represent a little part of who I am, who I was, or who I aspire to be. There is nothing worse to me than someone covering themselves in tattoos that mean nothing to them.

What? You didn't think I'd have a tattoo of a spork? PISH! Then in the middle that's my sobriety tattoo. If anyone lives near New Jersey there's a fantastic artist there that did several of my pieces, including that center one on my chest.

These are my cupcake and lollipop tattoos, which are behind my ears. They are to signify my hidden sweetness. Say it with me now, "Awwwwww."

The second tattoo I ever got was a Charles Bukowski quote on one wrist, and an At The Gates quote on the other. I consider all tattoos gotten in one sitting to be one tattoo. That's just how I roll.

The first tattoo I ever got. An om symbol, in the tramp stamp area. Oh, the irony.

I love hideous yard decor so I got the lawn gnome and pink flamingo together. Then I decided I needed to signify my metal roots. I don't listen to metal that much in my older age, but that's pretty much all I used to listen to was guitar riffs and people screaming about random shite. I got the metal hands because I kept seeing girls with cherries, and ribbons on the bottom of their legs, and I thought it would be funny to get metal hands there.

If you whine near me I generally will whip out the finger teardrops. Far superior to the finger moustache, and twice as useful.

I heart Hedwig. Some friends of mine did a local production of Hedwig And The Angry Inch. They were all going to get the tattoo and my friend said, "I'll pay for yours if you get one." That's pretty much all the convincing my hungover ass needed. Foot tattoos = ouchie. My tattoos started out having meaning, and attempting to be powerful. Then I realized who I really was was a goofball, so the tattoos needed to represent that. I don't regret any of them. All are definitely a part of who I am. My next one will be see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil with Mr. Potato Heads (one has the eyes pulled out. One has the ears missing. You get the point). After that I'm getting Audrey Hepburn followed by a montage of things from her movies that will eventually be a 3/4 sleeve. Then I'm getting John Hughes movie images on the other arm, starting with Long Duck Dong hanging upside down from the top bunk. Tom Selleck will get his face in there somehow. So many tattoos I need, so little money.