I decided over my "me" weekend to get another tattoo. It's a phoenix on my wrist — pretty symbolic given the whole identity crisis I've been having lately.
Sarah and I were having pizza Saturday evening, and I just decided that it needed to be done that day. I drew an outline, and the artist, after a couple tries, got it right.
I really love the design, too. That is, I loved it until a friend pointed out that is looks like a "fire-breathing vagina."
Note to self: Always get tattoo designs vetted by a straight guy before having them permanently inked.
