i wanna love you in my room.

I went to NYC. I stayed with the nicest semi-stranger ever, Dan Fishback. I got to meet my favorite tattooed blogger from Needled, and I got a tattoo. About four hours into getting it, I fell a little bit in love with my artist. While my dreams of eventually marrying my tattoo artist (who doesn't?) may be dashed (he's already married), I think we have a date for next year.