sunday 22 july 2001
wow. i'm eighteen today. wahoonie.
to mark the occassion, long ago i promised myself that i'd get my left nipple pierced and a tattoo to mark my newly-gained independence. the nipple ring is no problem, but as fer the tattoo...i've been filled with inner conflict about that fer quite some time.
what should it be of? where should i get it? should i use colour? should i get more than one? these are questions that plagued my mind fer a while. however, last night, i finally made a decision.
a flying pig on my right ankle, with "ja" on his buttocks.
before you start shaking your head in disbelief, let me explain: ferstly, the "ja" stands fer jane's addiction. jane's addiction, my all-time favouurite band, had a song called "pigs in zen" that included such memorable lines as "piggy nude/unashamed" and "the pig eats shit!/but only when he hungers" and "i know about pain and suffering and being cold/and i just wanna fuck!" (live version). that's part of it. also, the flying pig, to me, symbolises summing that is impossible, but this lone pig obviously achieved. so, as well as being a way to show my love fer jane's addiction, it would also serve as a constant reminder to try and push the limits of what i can achieve, to chase the (almost) impossible dream.
hey, it was either that or swithblade.
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