each time my heart breaks it's like a new tattoo

gotta get down on friday

well it's time for another thrilling installment of "TATTUESDAY" (one of my best puns, you're welcome). today was pretty impromptu, i only finalised things last night but i was as nervous/excited as ever to head down and get permanently scarred in the name of aesthetic catharsis. my regular tattooist was on holiday (hope spain's nice chris, missing you xo) but john, who is equally as wonderful, was in to catch up with me after doing my first tattoo over five years ago. it was lovely to see him but the actual tattooing was another thing altogether.

"what the fuck are you on about?"

i'm talking about pain! i sat still for far too long and it started to hurt after a while but i stuck by my gym mantra of "no pain no gain". how 2010 of me. this time around, though, it was almost unbearable. i'm talking real "grit my teeth whilst this northern man is seemingly trying to extract every drop of marrow from my hip bone" kind of feeling. i counted to ten, i sung songs in my head, i had a chat about black coffee but nothing distracted me from the scathing touch of the gun today.

ignore the post details ofc

surprsingly, i lived to tell the tale. and best of all, the tattoo looks fucking flawless. it's bloody and swollen right now so here's a picture of the design and you'll see the real thing on friday because i'm getting another one YAY. the hummingbird (how hetero of me) took too long because i wanted it to be big and painful evidently so i'm heading back on friday for a compass on my freshly shaven thigh. that'll be a cute sight for you guys. make sure you check back in then because it's something to look forward to.

it's been short and sweet today because my hip is ablaze with agony and i need to lie down/eat jelly beans until i feel okay again. there's a lesson to be learned somewhere in here. it's probably to make sure you eat, drink and sleep before getting tattooed. but i'm going to say today's lesson is don't tell a 16 year old girl on the bus that if she flicks her hair at you again you'll "spin around and hack that ratty pony right off" because god will probably make your next tattoo really hurt. don't say i didn't warn you.