Let’s face it.  I lead a pretty exciting life.  As WDHA’s Morning Jolt Arts Correspondent, I get to experience things that boggle the mind.  Have you ever seen a major multi-platinum rock star’s underwear?  Neither have I.  That’s not important anyway.

So over the weekend I was enjoying a few wine coolers with my cuginettes, when all of a sudden I realized I don’t have a tattoo.  Nothing.  Niente!!  Madonne!  This must be rectified. Pronto!!  I’ve been listening to that Van Halen song “Tattoo” all day and that’s helped me to decide I won’t be getting a tramp stamp.  And while we’re on the subject, how about that David Lee Roth?? Is he something or what?  He looks good.  Real good.  I’d like to go out dancing with him.  I’ll show him how it’s done. I could have been a Solid Gold Dancer, but I was too young.

Back to that tattoo now.  The ink will be on my ankle.  I’ve been told it will hurt.  Who cares?? I feel no pain.  Pain is for candy asses.  What do you want from me???  What should I get?? I’m not getting anybody’s name.  That’s for sure. Not even Bon Jovi.  I like that little comic book guy.  Not Jughead.  The devil!  Hot Stuff the devil!! What do you think?? It doesn’t matter what you think. I’m doing it.  Now.  Drop everything.  I’m on my way to ye olde tattoo shoppe.  Maybe I’ll meet a sailor there. 

Ciao, bambini!!!

xoxo

Gina T.