Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Tattoos.


I always hated tattoos. I'll never forget when I was about 10 and my dad came home with his tattoo. I was so furious that I didn't speak to him for about two days. Me? Dramatic? Shut your filthy mouth! I was sure we'd be automatically labeled as trailer trash and outcasts of society.

So now I want a tattoo.

I've been stewing over what I'd like to get, although I'm not one of those people who get a tattoo just to get a tattoo. I want something with meaning, and I want a marker of my young life. I would like to get love. (with the period, as this is the most important part of the tat, the "understood you" form of the word, not the noun) on my wrist, but since I'm going to be a teacher, I've decided this would most likely be detrimental to my chances of getting jobs.
This leaves me with my more sensible wish for a peacock feather along my side ribs. I can hear my mom moaning now. I figure this is one of the few places I can make sure is covered if I need it to be. No wedding photos with it, no pregnancy stretches. A pretty safe place. I would like to get a song lyric along side it, take a wild guess which artist I'm getting....I'm between the lyrics "She'll shine once she's crossed the line" and "hand over your heart, let's go home" both are my favorite parts of my favorite Kings of Leon songs. And I know, I know, maybe I won't like Kings of Leon in 30 years or whatever, but it is a part of me now, and I want to remember it.
So.
If you have tattoos, what are they and what do they mean?
And, any advice on choosing?

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