So, this happened…

Yep.

I got a tattoo.

NBD.

It’s just permanent.

I have zero regrets of doing this, but I don’t think I will be getting another one anytime soon. I’m a wimp + I’m OK with that. I’m pretty sure that the manfriend is still in shock that I actually went through with it, but that’s just how I live my life.  Like, I have five piercings and none of them were technically “planned”…

But I mean, seriously, who goes to a party, makes a new friend, and goes home with a tattoo appointment for the next day? Apparently I do!

What did you do this weekend?