You're on my heart just like a tattoo...

So, my sister and I have been talking about getting matching tattoos for the LONGEST time. My sister has wanted in Japanese 'my sister, my friend'. I have not. I do not trust Japanese characters and I never had in my head that I would put Japanese writing on my body and SO many people have Japanese characters. And they're wrong.

Well, today my sister took me to a tattoo parlor and we finally got our tattoos. In Japanese. Hers says 'Big Sister' and she put it on her right forearm and mine says 'Little Sister' on my right leg (and they're right. My friend's aunt reads Japanese and gave the ok, haha.). I watched her gets hers and she looked bored. Larry, the artist, may as well have been drawing on her with a marker for all the emotion on my sister's face.

So I slip onto the chair and I'm extremely nervous about it. Two of the other artists came in to have a gander as he was putting the outline on and it made me feel like a baby. When they walked in I was all ready holding my sister's hand and half hyperventilating. I'm really shit for pain. And, at first, it felt like he was carving the skin right off my leg and then it was kind of like angry bees and then it dulled away to a light scratch. When he switched colors, he was drawing on raw skin so it hurt really bad for the first two strokes and then it numbed.

But it was cool and I'm really happy with the end product, even though I didn't want the Japanese to begin with. Larry's a cool guy. He was a friend of my sister's from back in the day so he entertained me with some stories about my mom. She taught him well, apparently. My mom shot her ex-husband in the back of the head, because he abused her and she told Larry, "I shot the motherfucker in the head and I sure as hell didn't kill him, but I fucking wish I had." It taught Larry a lot about marriage. And he still isn't married, but he's got three kids and is committed to their mother. He also was ranting about my brother, who is the biggest idiot in the world. I haven't even talked to him in years and years. Larry said that Ty went behind his back to another tattoo artist to get something done and it made him really angry and the fact that Ty won't take care of his kids and cares more about drugs than them really makes Larry angry.

We were there for about two hours just talking to him and getting the work done. My nephew got his lip pierced, too, which was cool for me to watch. He looked a little bored with that. He bled a lot more than what I did, though. I just had a little dot, but his was bleeding pretty good. He wants more stuff done now, which I don't blame him for. I want my eyebrow double pierced now and got the urge right after I got my snakebites.