The Importance of Being Inked

I'm stokaloked (no that isn't a typo, John. I'm just weird.) with the positive reaction I've gotten on my new creative blog over my giveaway item for May Giveaway...(if you haven't checked it out and entered to win something, GO NOW).
I've never been one to have a real green thumb (if you've been reading for awhile, you already know this as a fact...) but I bought some hydrangeas and they are taking off. They couldn't be happier and neither could I. I feel like a terrible person when my plants die (like my succulent on my kitchen counter. Hang in there little guy!!) so for them to flourish, I feel awesome. Having it be a Friday and just getting paid doesn't hurt either.
I'm saving up for a tattoo. I have been waiting to finish my back tattoo for awhile now...and it's getting to the point where...if I don't do it now, when is it going to happen? So I started saving and getting serious about it. My aim is December when I'm back in Washington. I keep flip-flopping between artists to go back to. Both are awesome and both have done work for me before. But the key is time and convenience and of course a job WELL done. I've had enough nightmare tattoo experiences. I don't need anymore. I think I'm leaning more toward going back to the original artist of the beginnings of the piece rather than going back to an artist of my second tattoo. Because at least he started the whole thing and has an idea of what I was going for and he can finish it. My two artist choices are Ben at Slave to the Needle and Chris at Lucky Boys. Both are amazing artists and really nice guys so if you need/want/wish you could afford work, go to them. Now here's the dilemma: what am I getting done again? I haven't even really figured it out. And I'm on a time crunch because I MUST be 100% happy with it by the time Christmas rolls around. MUST. Yesterday while talking to my dear coworker/friend Meg, I had a breakthrough (I think, I hope). I still need to figure it all out. But...I think I'm on to something...just hope I can make it make sense. Sigh...why must I be so artistically demanding? Oh yeah...cuz I like quality work. Right. Copy.