New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Wednesday, July 07, 2004

TRUE or FALSE

If I suggest that we go and get tattoos then I am bored.

TRUE

And that's why me and Gill ain't got no ink. Though if we'd have gotten tattoos each time I said, "Let's go get a tattoo." We'd be covered in it. Boredom is frightening.

Based on my personality it's weird that I don't have one. But then again it's not. I am the girl who has to be ahead of the curve and once someone is next to me in the cruising lane I turn off the road. In other words once it reachs the masses i.e. ladies in the mall I've already thrown it in the dust bin.

I got my bellybutton pierced after I saw a picture in the back of Rollingstone in high school. By the time my friends were sporting faux/real rings mine was removed and grown in.

And now that I think of it, I once had a fake nose ring that I bought from an ad in the back of Sassy. I was a bit of a pisser and thought I has SOOOO different. Anyway, I remember wearing it the Saturday that my friend Bully (long story) and K. McNally showed up at the school to check out the final preparations on the Junior Prom decorations. The decorations we had so labouriously worked on yet would never see in action. (We didn't go...even longer story see different above). Anyway I latched that ring on my nose as a joke (even then I knew that no boy would think a nose ring was cute, it was itchy, plus I thought my Polish nose was too plump so why draw attention to it?)...but when Zim our Geometry teacher (got his nickname from his resemblance to Don Zimmerman circa his time with the Red Sox)...anyway when he saw it in my nose he looked at me like I'd gone insane. Exactly what I had hoped to accomplish and that was that. The ring never saw daylight during regular school hours. Later that day we almost went off the road in hysterical laughter (as sixteen year olds will do) when we passed Zim's house and saw him working in his front lawn. Saw is tuckus peaking out from his jeans in his front lawn to be more exact. Being natural born gigglers well nature took its course.

But back to the ink...

When I was three or four my mom bought my dad a tattoo for Easter (he wanted one badly) and I remember going with them when he got it. The tattoo parlor was very dark and felt like a doctors office. Later in life my mom would offer to take me there when I was dying to get a cheshire cat or Grover tattooed on me my Senior year. Being 17 it would have been nesc. to make the trip to the Jersey shop (from Maine) and get it done with parental permission. Again, see different above.

I like tattoos, but they need to be creative or subtle (on girls), or meaningful or attached to a really nice set of muscles.

I once got hit on sitting at a slot machine in Vegas on Valentines day by a creepy man who owned a tattoo shop in LA and had worked on some flash in pan bands whose names I can't remember at the moment.

Do you know how many girls we saw this weekend with tattoos on their lower backs right above their butts? Can we say, future '90's backlash? Well that and the fact that nobody appears to wear ear plugs at concerts. Mark my words...the elderly of the future will be overly pierced, inked and deaf! Mind you Gill and I do wear them and we get accused of being fuddy duddies when we put them in. Me, I buy the brightest colored plugs and pull my hair back behind my ears so that they are clearly visible. I made Gill promise me that if either one of us ever becomes severely hard of hearing that we would put vanity aside a get hearing aids for the good of our marriage.

Being deaf or having a tattoo above your butt...so not orginal/creative/relevant. Unless you're a war veteran...then you get a pass.

Proceed.
posted by JustKeepMum on 10:40 PM