“c’mere jess let me show you something,” i said.
“what,” she asked looking nervous as i took unbuttoned my shirt.
“see what i did,” i said rolling up the sleeve of my t-shirt.
“wow! you just went and did that last night?”
“uh huh.”
“wow!”
“sonja look,” i said, showing her my arm.
“a tattoo?”
“yes, i know you hate them, but i still had to show you.”
“they’re so trendy.”
“i’m the queen of trendy!”
“what’s it mean?”
“rosebud.”
“. . . ”
“ok, i means ™.”
“shut up! really?”
“no.”
“what’s it mean?”
“i’ll never tell.”
Even Here We Are
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So, forearm or upper arm? Did you see the picture of my new tattoo? (One week old yesterday!)
01 Aug 03 at 10:56 am #upper arm. it hurts like hell today.
01 Aug 03 at 11:00 am #I saw a woman with tats on the inside of each ankle. I bet that hurt like a mammajamma. Looked great though.
01 Aug 03 at 11:51 am #Your loyal readers know what it means!!!!
02 Aug 03 at 10:32 am #