The holidays are among us and for the first time in years I’ve jumped onto the holiday-cheer bandwagon. I’m usually not a big Christmas fan, but
for some reason this year was different. I mean, sure I get gifts for my family and friends, and visit a list of people on Christmas day, but that’s usually the extent of it. Not this year, though! I like to think that we went “all out” in our apartment…I mean, we did hang lights in the house, I baked some cookies, and we even got a tree for the living room. That’s a lot for us! I can’t express how happy I get when I walk into the house and smell the fresh pine. That first breath is so wonderful. Oh, and the glee I get when those lights go on in the evening. I’m like…well…like a child on Christmas morning.
for some reason this year was different. I mean, sure I get gifts for my family and friends, and visit a list of people on Christmas day, but that’s usually the extent of it. Not this year, though! I like to think that we went “all out” in our apartment…I mean, we did hang lights in the house, I baked some cookies, and we even got a tree for the living room. That’s a lot for us! I can’t express how happy I get when I walk into the house and smell the fresh pine. That first breath is so wonderful. Oh, and the glee I get when those lights go on in the evening. I’m like…well…like a child on Christmas morning.
And what goes hand-in-hand with Christmas time? Home-made tattoos! Well, not quite, but this did happen a few nights ago at the Michelsen Compound. I’m not too sure what inspired this, but it was fun none-the-less and a reason to party on a Tuesday. Though I passed up on getting inked and will save my skin for some shop work, those who went under the needle seemed to have enjoyed themselves immensely. I hope the work is healing up well, people.
Best wishes to everyone for a great holiday and a safe New Year!



That looks painful.
Total ghetto tat-shredding, damn!