The above tattoo belongs to my sister in law. I dig it. Simple. Classy. Relatively quick.
And yet … I just can’t pull the trigger. I like tattoos, to a certain degree. And I definitely like tattoos with genuine meaning (as in, not some Asian symbols that mean Pasta and Cheese Thursdays). But, at this point, getting one would feel awfully unoriginal; almost as if it’s a stronger statement not to make the statement at all.
