ouch. (the owls are not what they seem edition).

sometimes, when we are young, we do foolish things. like, oh i don't know, decide to get tribal tramp stamp tattoos. and then a year later, 'fix em up' by adding emo stars to each side. and then hell, why not add an ugly tribal sun tattoo to your shoulder which slightly unintentionally resembles the 'godsmack' logo and then later on 'fix that one up' by adding your zodiac gemini sign and an ugly misplaced star?

or wait. maybe that was just me.

well, the tramp stamp is here to stay, tacky emo stars and all. (at least until i 'fix it up' with maybe some sweet fairy or butterfly wings, that is). but the godsmack (seriously was NOT my intention until a certain 'clever' gentleman brought the resemblance to my insecure attention) sun is now, thankfully, long gone. half twin peaks inspired (the owls are not what they seem, ya'll), half 'i just need something bad ass to cover this shit up with,' i went under the needle for the, let me see here, 15 or 16th time last week (although this is technically tattoo number 13 since it covered one up, 'fixin's and all'). 4 long hours of ouchies with one very talented and patient tattoo artist, and i now got a badass owlie covering that shit up. see pics above for the before, during, and afters. as soon as this shit heals in the next couple o' weeks i'll be heading back for final touch ups.

bad. ass.

ummm. . . .

setting: in line at the cardinal liquor store. young sexy girl (me) lifts a 6 pack of orangey bottled beer and 6 pack of high life on counter. non-english speaking new employee who doesn't recognize our heroine asks for her identification and begins ringing her up. old friendly looking man with silver mustache and trucker's cap stands behind sexy girl in line.

old friendly looking man: "them new?"
young sexy girl: "huh?:
oflm: "tattoos, on yer feet"
ysg: "oh, no" (awkward chuckle, turns away to pay with credit card)
oflm: "say, what's that one?"
ysg: "what's that?"
oflm: "the black thingies on yer foot, what is that?"
ysg: "oh, umm, a cat skull."
oflm: (blank look at ysg) "what's below it der?"
ysg: (awkward smile) "crossbones, a cat skull with crossbones"
oflm: (blank confused stare, no response)
ysg: (turns away, signs credit card receipt and runs away)

yap, this about sums up my social interaction for the day.