so i know that i was meant to check in the next day to display my glorious shiny (well not quite i know) tattoo, but if the truth be known, i was a little shame-faced. the story kind of goes like this…

1. i walk into tattoo parlour

2. dark haired , stern faced goth woman looks me up and down

3. dark haired, stern faced goth woman turns to man sat at the back of room and raises eyebrow

4. i feel a little embarrassed that dark haired, stern faced goth woman thinks it’s just a novelty for me and i’m not “keeping it real”

5. room begins to get a little fuzzy

6. i wake up in a pile on the floor to find dark haired, stern faced goth woman looking over me in an unamused fashion

7. i apologise and explain that i would like a tattoo

8. dark haired, stern faced goth woman refuses to go anywhere near someone that is so prone to fainting for “health and safety reasons”

9. i leave shame faced whilst dark haired, stern faced goth woman couldn’t possibly look any more smug

this only goes to prove that my halo must shine brighter than i previously believed it to do. now i’m going to have to find somewhere else to get it done.

m x

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