Hellloooooo tattoo! (Nette; IRC)

Running commentary on my day will resume in a moment. I simply didn't feel like doing this the long way. So, tattoo. Woohoo.

It was a bit of a hassle to get the design I had for the tatt to the right size, which I hadn't realised I was supposed to do. So it was half past ten by the time I got back to the tattoo shop, and then i had to wait almost an hour for the customer before me to finish. For all my hyperactive nervousness during the afternoon, I was rather calm while waiting. I read in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone [for research purposes, of course], I looked around if maybe I could find the cat design I'm still looking for [no luck], I got msgs from Steve.

Then I got into the chair. The guy applied the design, I checked in the mirror, and it looked fine. He prepared the needle. I stuffed my [right] hand in my mouth and concentrated on my breathing, which is the only thing I know always works when I'm in pain.

The first few minutes, the pain was ... bad, but not unbearable. I'd say about a notch or two up from the pain I usually experience at the dentist's. [Local anesthesia doesn't work on my lower cheek.] Then, the endorphines and the adrenalin kicked in and the pain shifted to the background, ebcause I had this overwhelming sense of "Oh my god, what am i doing? This is going to be on my body forever! Nooo! Stop! I changed my mind!" but of course by then it was too late to chicken out.

And anyway, when it was done and I got to look at it in the mirror, it looked cool. I like. I don't regret it at all.

I just wish it'd stop aching. Owie. Nobody told me the pain afterwards was worse than the pain during. Bastards.

Anyway. From now on, until the day I die, there is going to be on the upper part of my upper left arm, this:

Motherfuckers!

05:45 Alarm goes off. Get up. Take off bandage. Admire tattoo. Clean and apply healing stuff. Wash rest of body, do hair.
05:58 Attempt to dress without hurting arm too much. Bitches.
06:15 Leave for work.
07:47 Work. Take off blouse and heave relieved sigh. Sit around in wifebeater. Have hour before coworkers come in and have to put blouse on again.
08:14 Talking to Rox. Babbling. Boasting about own butchness.
09:18 Coworker arrives. Admires tattoo. Put blouse back on. Owie.
09:48 Steve signs in. Scare the fuck outta him with my hyperness. Fun.
09:51 Am called brave girl. Grin like asshole.
10:15 Show off tatt to other coworker. Am informed predecessor also had tattoos. What the fuck?
10:17 Office meeting. Be-lah.
11:17 Still in meeting. Bored bored boredboredbored.
11:43 Am distracted by noting how gay M. acts. Fucker. Are not allowed to be this slashy.
12:17 Meeting finally done. Do phonecall for Boss Lady. No bumbling fool. Kick ass.
12:52 Um. Email from R. [one of slashy coworkers]:

-----Original Message----- From: [R.] Sent: Friday, March 09, 2001 12:18 PM To: [me and all the others] Subject: FW: Rocky Revival Countdown From Balz, He wants me to say you're all invited. R. -----Original Message----- From: Balz Sent: 08 March 2001 16:15 Subject: Rocky Revival Countdown Dear Rocky believers, The Ultimate Rocky Revival comes closer and closer, your body moves smoother and your hidden sexy-Rocky clothes start to shiver with antici........pation. Oh yeah, that's the time when Frank n' Furter and Janet are haunting your dreams and your hips and legs are starting to move to the irresistible rhythm of the time warp... you feel so incredibly fresh and there's this change in the airrrrrrrr! Might be that the Transsexual Transvestites of Transylvania started to beam themselves to Rue Saint-Bernard 3... they will certainly arrive at 8 p.m. on Saturday night and they want to see a dressed-up crowd giving themselves over to absolute pleasure! They might want to drink something earthly, so we should provide them with some "material spirit"! And they are eager to see the proof of our last year's performance (i.e if anyone has a video recorder and can bring it along, this will be awarded... in abundance!). I'm sure, we won't deceive them! See you soon, at the late night double feature picture show we wanna go to the late night double feature picture sho-ho-how! PS: You may bring along some friends / significant others, but please not a whole army (my castle is not as big as the original!)--

14:03 Must have food. Tuuuuunnaaaaa ....
14:04 Am not My Apprentice. Honest.
14:18 Have eaten food. Burp.
14:23 Answer emails.
15:21 Have answered emails. Go clean tatt and apply stuff again.
15:22 Hurts hurts hurts. Cannot believe did not whimper when getting tat, but am whimpering when cleaning it.
16:01 Decide going straight from here to parents'. Will result in not having to have laundry done by them, and be there sooner. Saturday, get visa, watch vids, program VCR for next week, and get home again. Then go do laundry.
17:06 Near end of unproductive day. But had productive week. So there.
17:13 Parents'. Blah.