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Okay, I think I bitched about my previous ink, which was my swallows on the ole' chest, didn't I?

New bitch session then.

I got 'Born Lucky', with a pair of tumbling dice, on the inside of my right bicep today. It takes up a 4"x3" surface area. Not huge by any stretch, but Christ on a crutch, was it tender.

Note to others thinking of getting ink: elbow, collar bones and inner biceps; fucking hurt.
Worth it? Hell yes.
Do it again? In a heartbeat.
Will the Bruins make it to the Cup this year? Hell no.

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In response to Bay:

Indeed, Leaf, I agree with your premise on 'sacrifice', but I was picturing it in a different pretext.
I didn't mean it as in giving something up, so much as willing to alter a comfortable situation. If it comes to the train of thought, "I'm giving this up", then I'd say right there that you're on a downward spiral already.

"Can't live without them, " meaning, that they are such an important part of my life that there would be a dire emotional void if they weren't there to occupy said space, not so much a codependency issue.

Christ, this is semi-coherent at best, I'm sure. I'm beat. I'll attempt a more solid entry later ...

-Me