going to hell

So, I'm evil. For those of you who know me very well, you know I've always been the naughty girl (swearing, stretching the rules, the bad attitude, meeting boys on the mission:). Well, I am really naughty now. I am now the new "owner" of a tattoo. Yup, I did it. I got one. It's on my foot. It's a butterfly. It hurt like mad....and I really like it. I've always wanted one, and had told Morgan that a million times, but he always said that I couldn't get one unless he got one. I never thought it would happen. Well, when we went to San Diego, he surprised me. He had researched online, and found a really good place, and got me a tattoo for our anniversary. No, he didn't get one...yet. Oh, but he will.

So, for all of you who are going to post comments about "the Prophet said..." Don't! I know! I've heard it all already. I know what he said. But, I like it. It doesn't mean I'm a bad person. I'm not any less religious for doing it. I'm just a rebel. Always have been....and you all know it. And for any of my fellow tattooed people out there (Mandy, Talia, Jana (haha wouldn't that be funny)), I'm now in the club. Thanks for the inspiration. Hey, who knows. Maybe this will be the first of many. You never know. I could become the tattooed lady, and start performing with freak shows and the circus all over the world. I'll be famous. Head to foot tattoos here I come.