Today I learned that I could never get a tattoo. Today at work, my clients older sister told me that because I am so cool, I should have a temporary tattoo. After showing me the 6 she had randomly placed throughout her body and all over her little sister, she told me to pick from her pile of little tattoo pictures. I picked the green star. My other options were lips, the Disney logo, or some vile insect. now she's all excited getting her little wet towel ready and setting up tattoo parlor, I can't help but reminisce about my youth with Kayla and all our tattoos that we had plastered on ourselves. I felt cool again. (as I type, Chris is playing video games- so far from cool... such a dweeb) Anyway, It was only later as I looked down in the shower as I washed and enjoyed that little burst of startle "oh yea, my little tattoo" Then I thought.. I don't think I could ever get one. I think I would get sick of it like an old sweater.
So, I guess I will only be cool until my little star fades away.
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