TATOO: the E! true hollywood story.
tuesday started out well enough i suppose...
i didn't sleep that day...(went to bed at 1am, woke up at 5:30am) didn't really eat anything...just a couple of crackers (and you're supposed to eat a meal before a tattoo...(apparently w/ a lot of protein...whatever))
i met monica on the bus and off we were to the tattoo shop...(sinkin' ink on hess)
we arrived early, and just hung around.. i was acting like a 16 yr old getting her first tattoo...(not an old dame getting her 4th)at around 1:20pm he took us back to the room to start... i straddled the chair, he said, are you ready? i said, let's do this, i'm a cashew! and off we were... he eased me in w/ a few short strokes and i was jivin'...
we were all talking... me, angus and monica... laughing whatever, it was all good... and then time died... and the real pain hit...(or so i thought)...the room became more quiet, though both monica and angus were trying to distract me... but i was too busy focusing on the pain...(note: during this entire ordeal, i chewed 3 tongue depressors to a pulp....) after what seemed like forever, the outline was done.. i looked in the mirror... and was floored.. it was GORGOUS! after a short pee break and some water, it was time to get back in the chair...by this point i was in so much pain that i was considering leaving it just black... (dumb idea that immidiately left my brain) and off we were to do the shading and the colour...
half way through that... i thought i was going to start crying... i've NEVER felt such pain.. and so much of it.. and it was relentless... to give you an idea of what a tattoo feels like, it's like having a sunburn and having someone poke you... (it's actually very manageable..) this felt like a BAD sunburn and him just stabbing me... it was unbelievably painful.. my skin was so raw... and i was just immobile with pain...julie (who had joined us at around 2:20ish) was concerned that i wasn't breathing...(which i wasn't) and both mon and julie thought i was going to pass out...but i wasn't... i just tried finding my happy place.. but when i got there, it was on FIRE!!! BEING STABBED... AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN....
anyways... we were FINALLY done... after 3.5 hours... holy! i looked in the mirror at my glorious work of art when.... THERE WAS A FLAW! i had 4 words tattooed on me... freedom faith beauty and love... faith isn't supposed to be there.. it's supposed to be truth... but there was no going back... it was on me... forever... i was calm about it at first.. then later in the night got upset... and now i'm at peace with it... it still flows w/ the messege, and really, i'm the only one who knows it's wrong... the entire tat is just beyond amazing... it's just almost perfect.. but i believe that everything happens for a reason, and i love it... i've been showing it off for 3 days now... and yeah.. i'm a happy tattooed freak... what can i say...
i can't wait for it to heal completely, b/c i'm still in pain.. and now it's all scabby and peeling... not conducive for off showing...
but that was my tattoo experience... and now, i'm SERIOUSLY rethinking my next one...
yes it was THAT bad... but totally worth it!
hopefully i can find smone w/ a digital camera to take a pic and i'll post it... b/c it's truly magnificent!
off to "work"
tootles!!!!!
the tattooed hermit
i didn't sleep that day...(went to bed at 1am, woke up at 5:30am) didn't really eat anything...just a couple of crackers (and you're supposed to eat a meal before a tattoo...(apparently w/ a lot of protein...whatever))
i met monica on the bus and off we were to the tattoo shop...(sinkin' ink on hess)
we arrived early, and just hung around.. i was acting like a 16 yr old getting her first tattoo...(not an old dame getting her 4th)at around 1:20pm he took us back to the room to start... i straddled the chair, he said, are you ready? i said, let's do this, i'm a cashew! and off we were... he eased me in w/ a few short strokes and i was jivin'...
we were all talking... me, angus and monica... laughing whatever, it was all good... and then time died... and the real pain hit...(or so i thought)...the room became more quiet, though both monica and angus were trying to distract me... but i was too busy focusing on the pain...(note: during this entire ordeal, i chewed 3 tongue depressors to a pulp....) after what seemed like forever, the outline was done.. i looked in the mirror... and was floored.. it was GORGOUS! after a short pee break and some water, it was time to get back in the chair...by this point i was in so much pain that i was considering leaving it just black... (dumb idea that immidiately left my brain) and off we were to do the shading and the colour...
half way through that... i thought i was going to start crying... i've NEVER felt such pain.. and so much of it.. and it was relentless... to give you an idea of what a tattoo feels like, it's like having a sunburn and having someone poke you... (it's actually very manageable..) this felt like a BAD sunburn and him just stabbing me... it was unbelievably painful.. my skin was so raw... and i was just immobile with pain...julie (who had joined us at around 2:20ish) was concerned that i wasn't breathing...(which i wasn't) and both mon and julie thought i was going to pass out...but i wasn't... i just tried finding my happy place.. but when i got there, it was on FIRE!!! BEING STABBED... AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN....
anyways... we were FINALLY done... after 3.5 hours... holy! i looked in the mirror at my glorious work of art when.... THERE WAS A FLAW! i had 4 words tattooed on me... freedom faith beauty and love... faith isn't supposed to be there.. it's supposed to be truth... but there was no going back... it was on me... forever... i was calm about it at first.. then later in the night got upset... and now i'm at peace with it... it still flows w/ the messege, and really, i'm the only one who knows it's wrong... the entire tat is just beyond amazing... it's just almost perfect.. but i believe that everything happens for a reason, and i love it... i've been showing it off for 3 days now... and yeah.. i'm a happy tattooed freak... what can i say...
i can't wait for it to heal completely, b/c i'm still in pain.. and now it's all scabby and peeling... not conducive for off showing...
but that was my tattoo experience... and now, i'm SERIOUSLY rethinking my next one...
yes it was THAT bad... but totally worth it!
hopefully i can find smone w/ a digital camera to take a pic and i'll post it... b/c it's truly magnificent!
off to "work"
tootles!!!!!
the tattooed hermit
posted by indigo:actress, entertainter, jew-ess... at 9:55 AM
1 Comments:
it looks AWESOME!!!!
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