It's cheap.

It's fun.

It's only mildly painful.

Nevermind the fact that it is in fact somebody putting a foreign substance into your open wounds.

It's TATTOO TIME!!!

And not the guy from fantasy island...that's just obscene.

I found out that tattoos are really cheap here, and that they are just as safe to get here as anywhere in the US that legally sells pain.  I was thinking about getting "ink" (as they say nowadays...or so I'm told) as soon as I got here. 

Unfortunately, the first guy that I talked to about the topic was insane.  I wanted something added to my crazy spider back thing, "something that will add to but maintain the spirit and flow of the current design".  His first idea was to give me some yakuza crazy dragon and tiger vest tattoo.  And his second idea, only slightly better, was to make my entire back solid black.  You know, because I've always wanted to be mistaken for a Japanese mobster or oven victim.  I then foolishly decided to let him draw on my back instead of eating lunch, and about an hour and a half later, I was met by the most horrible back raping design I'd ever seen.  It was kind of like when you go in to the doctor and he tells you that you have some weird tumor, and then they cut it out and it turns out to be a remnant of the twin that you absorbed back in the womb and it's all teeth and nails and hair and maybe an eyeball.  That's how I felt; I was releived that it didn't actually turn out to be really tragic,because it was only a drawing, but I was still really grossed out.

I decided to abandon the idea of expanding on the back until I had actually drawn something. (which will likely be sometime around the sixth week of  Jocember) and not get anything done.

Last week, however, the Tattoo guys came up here to hang out with us, because, obviously, it's pretty fun up here.  I, ever Johnny on the Spot, drew up a simple thing really quick and had them do that.  I know, not exactly in the same category as Tic-tacs and gum as far as impulse buys go, but the immediate gratification portion of my brain is very pleased.  And right now, that's all that matters.

Rather than describe it, I'll grace you all with a picture of my chemotherapy recovering ass.