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This weekend, I decided to get some permanence in my life.
I got a tattoo. I GOT A TATOOOOO.
Get me a motorcyle and call me Bubba.

Wait, did I really get a tattoo? I REALLY GOT A TATTOO. (this has been the recurring thought in my mind the last 4 days)


I got "hosanna" written in Aramaic (likely the language that Jesus spoke) on the inside of my right wrist.

HOSANNA:
also ho·san·nah interj.

Used to express praise or adoration to God.

n.

1. A cry of “hosanna.”
2. A shout of fervent and worshipful praise
3. A celebration of the messiahship of Jesus

It is also translates "save us" or "salvation is here"

Aramaic translation: הושע נא (Bauer Lexicon)

So there ya have it. I'm inked. (I called my brother after I got it done and said "i just got inked!".. he laughed for an hour. Apparently getting one tattoo doesn't mean you can start using junkie lingo like "inked". I think he's just jealous because he's a sissy.)

Before..

I'm nervous...


Yea.. thats right. It all went down at the Pimp Plaza..

Jeff prepping me

Michelle looking at her work (me freaking out because I'm next..)

No turning back

All done and totally overrated as far as pain

With Jeff (thanks for the horns)..

Michelle's "Love" and Mine..

The news hasn't traveled to my grandparents house yet- If you see them, how bout keeping it on the down low. When they find out (and it'll be dramatic..) I'll let you know how it all went down.

Lee