I drew a cross in my 10th grade English class while we were reading Romeo & Juliet. I swore when I turned 17 I would get it. 5 days before I turned 17 my best friend at the time called me and told me to get over to his house right away that him and his family were going to go get tattoos and if I wanted it I would have to be there in an hour. I got the cross tattooed on the top of my back. I hid it from my mom for 5 days, I had my brother every night help me put tattoo goo on it. I wore a tank top one day and she totally saw it, smacked it and said she knew I did not get it yesterday [which was my birthday] and said she liked it.

I am getting my leg redone. I will have planets and stars and black holes around the entire bottom half of my left leg.