Tattoo

I do not have a tattoo. Nor do I want one. That does not stop me from thinking about a tattoo that I would get. There is nothing of real meaning in my life that I want to permanently put on my body for all see and ask about. Some say that’s depressing, others would be jealous. It just is what it is.

So then it comes down to what else I want on my body. Nothing. Read above, I don’t want a tattoo.

Ideas anyways:
A barcode. One that would actually scan in some stores. Since thinking about it, I’ve seen too many people with this, no longer is it fun.

“LLL” or “Live Love Laugh” After toting that mantra around for quite a few years realization set in that I may have subconsciously picked it up somewhere rather then thought it up myself.

A Chinese character that means something really offensive and then label it as “peace and harmony” in English. This would be better if I spoke Chinese.

A matching dot inside one of my toes with some friends. Um, we won a tattoo at a 24 hour film fest. None of us wanted it, this was our idea.

Now here is the one I would be closest to getting. I was born and raised in Wisconsin; while it is a great place to have grown up I have since moved on. I don’t plan on ever moving back, but will always stick up for the state and the Badgers. I’m a wanderer. If I tell three stories of dumb/fun times over a few beers, most likely none will have taken place in the same city. But no matter what I still come from Wisco.

So, like Barbie, I would put a flesh-toned tatt reading “MADE IN WISCONSIN” on the bottom of my right foot. Even if the ink turns out bad I’ve messed up that foot so much already that the tattoo isn’t going to be the worst thing about it.

So there you have it.
“Made in Wisconsin”
Barbie it up.