Always something there to remind me

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.

I'd been uncertain of exactly what I wanted to get, or exactly where on my body to put it. Up to the last minute, I was torn between two ideas. I finally decided on a small, stylized version of the number 8, inspired by the autograph I received from Cloud Cult's Craig Minowa back in April. (I'm not a groupie, I swear. Not that much of a groupie, anyway. Wikipedia has a pretty good entry detailing the significance of the number 8. Read it. Learn yerself something.)

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.)