Ok, so my tatanrum (I’ve decided tatantrum sounds a little bit cooler than tattootantrum) is starting to take a turn for the worse…
So I sent my Mama pictures of some *examples* of the type of swallow I might want on my foot… Just pictures now, and she’s thinking I want my entire foot covered in ink (because that’s how big they are in the pictures). Nope, just want a small little bird on the top of my foot.
Just got an e-mail from her saying that it’s like I’m back in high school and dying my hair blue again and that it’s not going to draw “positive attention.” Um… ok, where’d that come from? It’s a tattoo. It’s not like I wear flip flops to work or anything? It’ll be covered up 80% of the time (minus summer, of course) just like my other tattoos are.
I guess she’s trying to talk me out of getting it, but the fact that she said that just really pissed me off. I’m not digressing back into the drug-crazed high school days and I mean, it’s just a tattoo. I know it’s permanent and all, but I have three others that I like just as much, it’s MY body, and come on now, I’m 26 years old… adult. You don’t want me to get the tattoo? Don’t give me the money for it. I’ll get the tattoo eventually because I have made up my mind about it.
Just needed to vent for a minute. And Mama, if you’re reading this, sorry, but c’mon now… let me grow up.
I’m NOT covered in tattoos. I’m not on drugs. I’m just asking for another little bit of ink on my foot which IS NOT A BIG DEAL. Urgh.
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