"She's the weird one"

 I am the youngest of 6 children. I have 4 sisters and 1 brother. All the others seem to be, In society's eyes, Normal. And then there is me. I don't do the things I do for shock value or attention. I simply do them because I like the things I do.

 What could she possibly do? Well then, let me introduce you to my eccentricites.

 #1. Tattoos. I love tattoos. Every one I have means somethingsand I am well aware what will happen when I am older. I get to stretch my skin back out and play "Guess that tat". I currently have 6 tattoos. Ranging from a mother's tattoo of butterflies in the colors of my kid's birthstones to a spur of the moment executioner on my leg. I have much more planned. Some with deep meaning and some that I just think "Holy Shit, that would be such a cute/pretty/wicked/weird tattoo. I love the feeling of a tattoo needle. I love the smell of green soap. I will always want tattoos. I just can't afford them when I want them.

 #2. Piercings. Again. I love piercings. I have had 7 piercings. Some I have taken out and some I have kept. I have had my tongue, eyebrow, cartilidge in my ear, double ear (does that count?) and my nose twice. I currently have 1 nose ring and my ears. My favorite by far was my eyebrow. But it fell out in my sleep and closed before I could find it. (Ok I was lazy and didn't really look for it but just happened upon it 3 weeks later in my bathroom floor). I will get it redone.

 #3. My hair. Come on people. Lighten up. It's only hair. You cut it and it grows back. You can color it and if you don't like it, Color it back. I grew up with VERY long hair and now it bugs the ever loving shit out of me if it touches my collar. I like the inverted bob. Hair color. Now that's a different story. I have had black with bright red streaks, Black with blue streaks, Burgundy, Pure black, brown, So many different colors. And ridiculed by my "loving" family for every choice. Tough shit. Ya aint my daddy and ya don't pay my bills.

 Needless to say, I am comfortable in different skins. The people that I truely love (even if they don't feel the same) may not like it, but it's me. I accept them no matter what they wear or how they look.

 Loser never comments on what I do. He never knows what he'll come home to. I have shown up with 13 inches of hair gone and a ring through my nose. He always says "I love it". The twatwaffles know their way around a tattoo shop. They have some picked out for when they are old enough. I refuse to sign that paper. The oldest wants her lip pierced but can't have it on the softball team.

 So this evening when I colored my hair auburn, A color I have never tried, I was a little nervous on how it would look. I thought the black was grown out of my hair so I just started coloring. Rinsed that out, Took a bath, Started the weedeater and took it to my legs, and rinsed the kick ass hair crack out of my hair. WELL, The black wasn't grown out, But that's ok. It is faded enough so that it looks like dark auburn fading into even darker auburn.

  Now the big question, How long will it take for someone to notice and when can I get another tattoo!? I have 4 perfect choices but damn they're expensive!

 So I guess the point of this post is...Hell I don't know. You'll accept the people you love the way they are or some shit like that.