Pleasure and pain.

I went to the local tattoo shop today to get my new tattoo refilled. Either the color didn't stick properly when he first made it, or he missed quite a bit. Either way, it's always ( so far ) a nice feeling to get tattooed.

It's a strange sort of pain-pleasure kind of thing. I admit that it hurt from time to time. But almost as much as it hurt, I also got moments of just a dull base buzz drumming my skin. It's very interesting in my mind.

Then again, looking at all the failed friendships, accidents and piercings I've been through. You start to wonder if maybe I'm just a masochist. Damn.