Who wants to go star gazing?
Throwback Thursday: To the year 2005!
I turned 18 in the fall of my senior year. It was a good age, a time of growth and maturity. A time to prepare for the future. And a time to (permanently) declare my love to something or someone. I always knew I wanted a tattoo but could never really decide what to get or when to get it. Then it hit me: a band name. It made sense, right?
My boyfriend at the time was kind enough to throw down several sheckles and stamp this bad boy on my left forearm for my birthday. Ladies and gentlemen…I give you…THE BEATLES.
You are my alligator.