Articulations from the Extroverted Introvert

I think that I love tattoo parlors. Well, at least I like the nice ones. If they hired receptionists I would definitely apply for a summer. There is just something about the atmosphere that is cool. The people that work there usually have dozens of tattoos and crazy piercings, and I find it incredibly interesting. Each of them has a story about the artwork displayed on their bodies. It is something they felt should be there permanently, therefore should have significant meaning.

It is highly unlikely that I will ever get a tattoo. If I did though, it would go on the bottom of my foot (sounds incredibly painful, I know. But really-what tattoo isn’t?). That way I would have a hidden tattoo, but I would not have to get naked in order to prove that I had one. The only thing is that you really can’t do this. Because feet sweat so often and go through so much wear and tear most tattoo artists refuse to do it. Also, it is highly likely that it will be gone within a short time. The amount of nerves that are there, and the lack of loose skin equates to an extremely painful temporary tattoo. So, I’m not going to get a tattoo.

Lyrics from Not Just Words by The Black Heart Procession.