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Monday, August 18, 2003
The buzz of the needle only added to my apprehension. "We're going to try a small spot so you can feel what it's like, ok?" I nodded, my back turned to the artist Dennis; I was pressing my chin into my folded arms while straddling a backwards chair. Bzzzzzzzz zzzzz zz "Hey that wasn't so bad. Keep going." An hour and 1/2 later after some cringing and grimacing, I landed myself a beautiful, vibrantly colored dragonfly tattoo. When I got my tongue pierced back in '97, I listened to Bjork's "Army of Me." This time, Bon Jovi's "It's My Life" was cranking on the stereo. I tried to imagine myself in a Bon Jovi video, toughing it out under the tattoo gun. Yeah! What's up New Jersey! Then I realized I am getting a tattoo of a purple, blue, and green dragonfly on my lower back, which would be WAY too girlie for a Bon Jovi video. And I don't even like Bon Jovi. (archives | details | blogger) Friday, August 08, 2003 As if they would burst at any second, I watched the storm clouds bubble and boil within you, darkening the silver outline. I knew that soon the lightening would strike and the thunder would roar, deafening the surrounding laughter. I built a flood wall then, jumped in my airplane and flew away into sunshine, dragging you with me out of the foreboding darkness. |