Did I not tell you that I got a tatt? I mean, it was only a matter of time, right? Given my personality? Actually, I like tattoos, but I'm way to picky about the design elements of the actual art that I'd never be satisfied with it on my body forever, that's probably the only thing keeping me from getting inked. That, and it would take one tattoo to push me over the edge to get a sleeve. Just saying. Didn't see that one coming, did you? So this glittery skull happened to me, yes, happened to me, at the gym yesterday morning. There is a team being put together for a Tough Mudder race and someone wanted to show the owner the way they could make a logo of the gym to be a tattoo for everyone to have during the race. I made the mistake of letting Mark, the owner who I just love, pick the design and color. This sucker won't come off for another three weeks, yep. Three weeks let me experience the full remorse that I'd feel if I got the real thing.
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