and now the other thing. cuz my body is my temple.
so those of you that are lucky enough to know me in "real life" know that i have a fugly tattoo on my side. i got it when i was sixteen people. don't judge. either way, its presence on my body is inherently wrong, and thus it must be destroyed. so Boy and i have been traipsing around los angeles county searching for an artist to trust with this project. because the cover up i want? well, it's big.
we went to the places on melrose because, "like omigod, they are totally the best." but turns out they really weren't. we didn't see any portfolios that were all that peechie. and some of the "artists"? asshats. thinking they're all superior because they tattoo in hollywood and can charge $200 an hour. whooopiedeedoo. (i love the wedding singer). hollywood smells like pee. still proud?
and while drinking on the job might be appropriate for some, like cops and taxi drivers and babysitters, well, those of you weilding mechanized needles? i'm gonna suggest otherwise.
anyway, we drove to a jabillion places and ended up at this place in pasadena. and hi. pasadena? hot. forget africa hot. the new measure is "valley hot." anyway. this place we found is a little seedy in appearance, but fully air conditioned and chock full of friendly(!), talented, available (!!) and reasonably priced (*gasp!!!!!!*)tattoo artists. within a completely doable distance. and without all the posing and hipness. breath of fresh air.
actually, you probably shouldn't breathe too deep. it's still LA.
so we went in and the guy (who shall be known here as Miyagi... and not because i