I finally decided the hell with it and got that tattoo before I could chicken out on the motive again. And it didn't hurt half as much as everyone claimed it did. The only problem, getting your ankle tattoed in the depths of winter isn't the smartest idea because I'll spend the next week running around in high heeled shoes because they're the only pair I own that's open in the back.

And for all those who care (dial ups beware. That rhymes.)

( Octogram, the eight pointed star, symbol of Ishtar, Babylonian goddess of love and war )

Currently, I'm looking forward to spending a night with a touch sensitive foot.

Ta

Current Location: couch
I'm feeling: accomplished
Noise: chattering family