You did it!
You fought the urge to stay in that gravy-stained sweatshirt-and-leggings combination you’ve been lounging in for a few days. You took a shower. You’re ready to make a contribution to society. Hope you made the most of your holiday break!
Other than stuffing my face with food at my friends’ and families’ homes (thankful for those who continuously keep me well fed and alive), my Thanksgiving break was pretty much routine: lounging around, binge-watching Mexican shows on Netflix, and casually tweeting with JK Rowling.
Thank you, Twitter, for making my childhood dream of saying literally anything to her come true. This is what I looked like:
Oh, and the reason why you’re here… I got a tattoo over the holiday weekend!
*glass shatters*
My friends and I decided on Rise Above Tattoo on Mills 50 District for the dirty deed. We had been toying with the idea of getting matching tattoos for a while and figured now was as good a time as any.
Getting a tattoo is painful. Getting a tattoo on your rib cage feels like Freddy Krueger is trying to aggressively tickle you.
For thirty minutes, my dearest Von worked tirelessly and carefully on my tattoo, in between my tears and laughter (but mostly tears because, let’s be real, my pain tolerance is zero). At one point he had to stop and tell me to breathe, because apparently I forgot how to. I actually begged him to leave the tattoo half-finished and said I’d still pay him!
The outline hurt like a mother. The shading wasn’t too bad.
Here’s the finished product:
FAQ, for the scandalized old people in my life:
Q: Why did you get a tattoo? A: It’s my body. I felt like it.
Q: What will people think about you? A: “There goes Veronica. I still think she is cool because a tattoo doesn’t define her.”
Q: What if you get addicted to getting tattoos? A: Who cares?
Q: But… your body is your temple! A: Is that what you say to yourself when you don’t exercise and when you eat junk food on a daily basis?
Q: Why a pineapple? A: Why not?
What did you do over your holiday break? Find any good Black Friday deals?
xx
Vero Vuela 
So, seriously. Why the pineapple? Love it, by the way.
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Haha! Pineapples are the symbol for hospitality and Savannah is covered with them, their architecture, art, etc. My friends and I all went to Savannah together and decided to get them. Nothing too crazy, we just thought they were cute!
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Awww. That DOES sound pretty cute. I was half-expecting a crazy story about maybe running over a pineapple in the middle of road, which led to a blown tire, which led to you flying into a ditch out through the open car window and ultimately someone saved your life or something… so, phew. Glad the true story is kind of quaint rather than whatever the heck I was thinking!
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Oh no! It was well thought out. I did run over a peacock a few months back on my way to a soccer game though
(not on purpose!). One of the back roads by my house is full of them and they run in front of cars all the time. #featherseverywhere Ever since that day, the peacocks know not to mess with me.
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Holy business. Poor peacocks. You’re a riot, Vero, you know that? Pretty awesome that you’re blogging consistently. I love your writing!
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Thanks! Figured a blog is better than a long-ass Facebook status, lol!
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Indeed!
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