So this past weekend I did something extremely un-impulsively crazy. I got a tattoo. Yeah, that's right... me, the geekiest white guy on the planet... a tattoo. The nerd in your class that looked down his nose at all you unconventional types. The guy who never swore, never drank and probably the last thing on his mind, ever, was a tattoo. Fairly surreal still actually.
Is Someone Out To Get You? - So I'm going for broke then. As scary as it all is. So unbelievably scary. Its all or nothing. And either I'll rise from the ashes and transform into a better person because of it or I'll crash and burn. I'm thinking there is no middle option here.
