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Oct. 16th, 2005 12:08 pmWhy the hell haven't I watched Inked before? I love this. I could have all of the artistic talent on the planet, and I'd still want to use to be a tattoo artist.
Heh. If I went back in time and showed my tattoos to my teenage self, she'd flip. :)
Heh. If I went back in time and showed my tattoos to my teenage self, she'd flip. :)
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Date: 2005-10-16 09:33 pm (UTC)they'll live forever just to spite me.
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Date: 2005-10-16 10:18 pm (UTC)In all seriousness, I thought my parents would have fits, too, until I just went and got one. I mean, once you hit twenty-one, they'll give you a headache at it, but they can't do anything about it. Then again, you're of age, so they can't really do anything about it now, but if you wait until you're twenty-one, they'll just whine and moan and say, "You're twenty-one, I can't stop you." Which was what I got. (Well, actually, my mother made a crack that she'd always wanted one, and my father asked me if mine were permanent. *eye roll* No, Dad, they wash off.)
What really helps is if you start with something small and subtle, and something really well-hidden. A heart, a ladybug, a star -- something little on a part of your body you can easily hide from them. You don't even have to tell them at first. I had my first for two months before my parents ever saw it. (It's on the back of my neck, but I kept my hair down when I was home.) I mean, you can always argue that if they couldn't see it, then no one has to unless you want them to, either.
Yes, I like corrupting other people into getting tattoos. Why do you ask? :) (Seriously, though, if you've ever got a question about 'em, feel free to ask. I love my tats.)
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