…and yesterday was National Tattoo Day. I don’t have any tattoos. It’s not that I don’t like tattoos. Tattoos can be unbelievable works of art and a way to express yourself in a way that nobody else can. Sometimes I feel like I’m being rude while staring at some tattoos but it’s just an appreciation of art right? Its just that I don’t like needles. In fact, I freak out when I have to have blood work done. I actually have to turn my head, hold my breath, clench my fist and feel the sweat beads pour from my head until the ordeal is over. Which also means, now don’t freak out, I’m not a blood donor and I’m sorry for that but I hate the thought of having my skin pierced which means no piercings on my body ether. Maybe it goes back to when I was in the first grade. I had to have an emergency operation for mastoid which is an ear infection and they had to cut me open behind my ear and clean it out. I was in the hospital for over a week and each morning before Captain Kangaroo came on, I had to have a shot in my butt cheek or if it was on the nurse would turn it off until I had my shot. At least they rotated from one cheek to the other but I was like pincushion man by the time I got out of there.So, no needles for me and no tattoos but god bless yea if your into the ink and I hope you don’t mind if I stare.