Why do I let myself talk me into these things.......????????

Today I got my eyes poked out by 10,000 needles........Smart?? Maybe not. Time saving idea??? DEFINATELY!!!!
I've always wanted to get permanent makeup tatooed on my eyes. No, really. Eyeliner that will be there at all times. So, when I go to the local grocery store they don't think I've just rolled out of bed. Or had a ~~bottle~~ glass of whiskey at 9:00 in the morning. It will actually look like I "worked" a little bit on myself that day. Maybe they will then overlook the yoga pants and sweatshirt that I ~~always~~ sometimes wear.
My sis and I went today for a ~~fucking horrible~~ AWESOME day of bonding and tatooing. She went first cause I had to go to the chiro beforehand. I got there just in time for the lady to start in on my sis. Who pretty much just laid there and twitched every now and then. No random swear words or screaming. She wouldn't tell me how it was so that right there should have threw up the red flag. Halfway through hers they put on the topical numbing cream on me.
Then it was my turn.......First, I didn't want my sis to think she was tougher than me. I don't know how she didn't cuss, scream or just slap the shit out of the lady. (Who happens to be a good friend of ours.) And who said we both did a fantastic job. I don't know if it was so much the pain, the feeling of something so close to my eye, which I really would like to keep, or that I'm a total wimp. I'm not going to lie. It hurt like hell at first, got better in the middle, and by the end you couldn't feel much of anything. And what's stupid????? I would TOTALLY do it again and would TOTALLY recommend it to all my friends!!!!! Even with my eyes swollen like I cried the whole time (I didn't shed any tears), it is going to be AWESOME!!!
Head over to my sisters blog and read about this in her words!!! www.ruralroutelife.blogspot.com

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