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I changed the locks, got a tattoo and filed for divorce all on my 30th birthday.
I changed the locks, got a tattoo and filed for divorce all on my 30th birthday.
I only told them about my tattoo so they could identify my body if necessary.
Somewhere in the Colorado penal system, there is a man named David with my name tattooed on his chest.
Worse than the pain of the tattoo was the embarrassment that he had to shave my toe first.
My mom always joked that I could get a tattoo if it said, "I love Mom," so I made her hold my hand when I got it.
Sober, I asked him if most people were drunk when they got their tattoos and, needle poised above my flesh, he explained, "The smart ones are."