The other night, while out, I got asked what my plans for my birthday were. To which I replied, "It’s eight months away!" To which they replied "Yeah, but it’s your thirtieth, you’e got to start planning now." To which I replied "Bah!"
The implication, of course, was that since I’m turning thirty this year, I’ve got to do something big. And so we got to talking about birthdays and presents and thing like that, and I said that I’ll probably want the same thing this year as I want every year, to go dancing with friends. And they said, "You’ve got to do better than that, what do you want, it’s your thirtieth, you can ask for something big and people with have to get it for you." And after further discussion we settled on an idea.
My friends, for my birthday, I want you all to chip in and get me a tattoo of some kind. A big expensive tattoo. I’m thinking full shoulder and upper arm, or chest, or something. I’ll need help with a design, so miss J, that’s where you’ll come in. Something steampunky, with stars. I reckon it’ll look great.