As I was walking past the BBQ smoker thing out in the parking lot of Hen House (what a name for a grocery store - but you can't beat King Soopers) the big guy manning the smoker said either, "Nice ASS" or "Nice Tats". I am inclined after much thought it was the latter. But what if it wasn't? WHAT THE HELL KIND OF PLACE DO I LIVE IN NOW????
I kept on walking and proceeded to my new bank where the teller was asking me about my tattoos as well. Is this a form of politeness? Flattery? Just conversation? Living in Capital Hill for so long has made me unacustomed to having people even mention my body art - as most people have more colorful and a greater quantity than me.
So in true form of being bored in the suburbs, I pondered this new occurance and decided to make an appointment with a tattoo artist refered to me by my friend, Greg. I just sent him an email today, in order to schedule a consultation. As much as I want a new tattoo, the lack of income is seriously deterring me from this path.
But after much deliberation on my other blog, I have narrowed down the decision to this pic:
I would like to vary the colors as I'm not very excited about that gold. I really like reds, greens, and blues so maybe more vibrant and make that koi the typical orange, white and black. And what do you think about that scroll? Keep it, or have her doing something else?