For the last year and a half, I'd been planning to get a tattoo on Thursday. Somehow, permanently embossing a reminder of Michael on my body seemed like the right thing to do, and that was the right day to do it.
Special thanks to the lovely and talented (and married, bitches) Steven Huie
of Brooklyn's legendary Flyrite Tattoo
for doing such a girly little piece, and for letting me pick on him for an hour without crying. Good times.
My boss...on the conservative side, he is... is gonna shit when he sees it. (I'll post photos of that, too.)