To tattoo or not to tattoo...

So I received my first tattoo at the ripe age of 18, maybe 17, it seems so long ago, I can't really remember. At the time, it was the hip thing to do to express one's own individuality. Now, getting a tattoo is like a right of passage; it's fracken crazy.

So I was in Vegas for my cousin Kari's wedding, and she wanted to get another tattoo, one marking her special occasion. Since I already have 5, I knew I wanted to do another one, so we went ahead and engaged in this memorable event. My other cousin, Kanoe still doesn't have one at age 25. She says she wants to get a particular 'thing' but needs to ensure that it is accurate. At this point, I'm say, "No, don't get one. Every other person has a frackin tatt. I think it's actually more interesting when I meet a person without a tattoo."

I am not promoting and encouraging those who do not have a tattoo, to STAY TATTOO FREE! I've been asking people the question, "Why? Why do you actually want one?" If one wants to get it, who am I to say. But I figure, I must as well put that idea into their head and add it with some crazy tattoo horror story.

So here is a photo of my more recent tattoo, this makes my total at 6...and still counting...