It's a Mexican drinking worm...

If you immediately get what this post title is referencing, you are my best friend forever. If not, get a life. But here's a little help:

So anyways, I got a tattoo! Meet my little Khaleesi (I just really wanted to name something that...):

Please disregard my cankle.

Yes, that is right on the ankle bone. The inspiration came from two places: My dearest friend Jenna, and because we felt like it. Why an octopus? Her eight arms represent the eight sides to my soul. Just kidding. She really doesn't have any profound meaning. Well, I am a scientist (not really, but that's what my friends call me because they don't understand what I do for a living) and cephalopods are really fucking cool. Octopuses are definitely one of my favorite marine invertebrates and I'd list the reasons why, but then I would be showcasing my severe nerdiness for the world to see. Although I try to stay out of the ocean as much as I can, my deep love for what lies beneath has brought me to where I am in life today. Everything happens for a reason. Live, laugh, love. Profound yet?

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Khaleesi is my third tattoo and she joins the tiniest star in the world (on my other foot) and my "keep calm & carry on" crown on my ribs (THAT I GOT BEFORE IT WAS COOL, THANKS). The star was my first tattoo, that I got against my mother's wishes. Although I was 23 and it is no bigger than a dime, she still refused to talk to me on my birthday when I revealed it to her. Even though she has a tattoo now (I held her hand and gave her booze as I held on to the memory of the time she gave me the silent treatment on my birthday for doing the exact same thing), she still pretends to be mad when we get more. She tried to ground me last night even though I don't live anywhere near home and I am 29 years old. Nice try, mom.