Holla if ya feel me…

So in the past post, I neglected to mention that I got a tattoo… and I wasn’t a punk about it… that thang is huge! It’s a commemorative tattoo for my grandma… it’s a butterfly (which she loved dearly) and three words that my mom, my bro, and my sis chose as descriptives of her. Initially, there were nine words, but a sistah only has so much canvas to work with, so to speak.
I’m lovin it! It’s cool to find something that is a lil rebellious, yet has a meaning and value that can only be respected and appreciated (especially by moms… hehe). So much for my tummy ring, which was mainly a motivator for me to work on my abs… go figure. I’m looking to get more tats in the future… I swear they are addictive! Perhaps I’ll get “Thug Life” tatted across my belly and a rose on my right boob. Now that’s damn sexay! But there is always the Mike Tyson route as well… so many decisions.