tattoo me?

lately i've been having quite un-laurie-like thoughts... perhaps most interesting is my newly acquired interest in getting a tattoo. now, in the past, tattoos have not really had a place in my general/personal aesthetic; i've been proud of my relatively unadorned person. no tattoos. no piercings. no jewelry. solid colors ( be they muted, black or bright). never had anything personally against tattoos on anyone else (actually, i've always kinda liked boys with tats), i just never thought it'd be for me since there's nothing i've consistently liked enough to want permanently placed on my body.

but since i've moved, i've had a small revelation; i have some serious dc love. i was born there. i've lived there (or therabouts) for 96% of my life. my family is there. some of the most wonderful, stimulating people i know live there. i'm actually proud to be from there, former murder capital of the world or not. and now that i'm removed from this town that i apparently adore, i'm learning that it informs many aspects of my personality.

so i'm thinking about getting a little dc flag on my inner wrist. two bars, three stars. small and red and subtle on my most important wrist.

i haven't really made the decision of whether or not i'm actually going to get it yet. i've never gotten a tattoo before. i'm quite afraid of needles and i don't like bleeding.

maybe i'll take a lesson from the kelly school of preparation and draw a little version in ink on my wrist to see how i feel about it being there.


thoughts?