I’m having a really strange morning. My mind keeps straying into places where it shouldn’t, so as I try to get it on a leash, I’m working on a post that’s long overdue. When I got my first tattoo, I asked The Master whether tattoos are addictive. He smiled, but he didn’t respond. Two weeks later, I was back under his gifted hands, getting my second one.
I’d called to mention the design that I wanted, and I was really excited because it felt really goth and quite unique. I wanted a love heart being strangled by a rose. Well actually, I wanted the rose to coil around the love heart and squeeze it like a snake. And tears, not blood. The Master laughed and asked if I’d recently got my heart broken, but I said no, I’m just goth like that … o_O. Well okay, I lie, a little. Lately I have it in my head that love hurts, and that it’s not really worth it, at least not for me. It’s a lot of work!! I have no qualms with love for other people though. In fact, that Stacey Orico song puts it quite nicely, except that the sound is too happy and fluffy. Some songs work best with angst.
Also, I think spiders, thorns, and tears are cool, but only on tattoos. Anyway, after explaining the design to The Master in detail, I decided to Google some images to show him. I found 50 different versions of my strangled rose. *Sniff*
I was pretty familiar with the tattoo parlour, so I didn’t get lost the second time around. I didn’t even stop for a drink this time, because I didn’t want to be late for choir practice. A few things to note. One, tattoos on the leg hurt. I mean, they really, really hurt. Two, it took a lot longer to heal, because of the artwork and the colouring involved. I was crying and limping for days, and the dead skin continued to peel for weeks. But in the end, it was totally worth. This right here is tattooing beauty at its best, so yay!
Am I getting another? Hello no! What are you, nuts? Did you not hear the part where I was crying and limping for days? Nah, the tattoo phase is done. My next experience with them will be when my Princess turns 18 – we already have a booking at Body Shock. In the meantime, I did try some cookies over the weekend. You know, the space-cake kind. I eventually got my hands on some. The first three cookies had no reaction except to make me really sleepy and really hungry, so I tried something a little stronger … and then I went to sleep. Why? Because I was having vivid images of grabbing things and smashing them on walls, so I figured sleep was safer.
I can say this about a cookie high. It makes things move really quickly and really slowly – all at the same time. And it amplifies sensations, so it’s a pretty good way to heighten … um … you know … sensations. Just make sure you have enough awareness and control to know what you’re heightening and with who. Also, disclaimer, while said sensations are heightened, they sometimes tend to go on … unfinished. Which is cool for the first half hour, but then it just gets annoying. Go figure, too much of a good thing I guess. Anyway, now that all the preamble is done, voila, my latest and last beauty. And yes, I have Abu’s number if you want it, so halla!
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