Religious TX Realtor
My name, so I don't forget.
“Real simple story: When I was in high school, my best friend and I went to get tattoos. I got my name and she got her name. At that time we were probably just in love with ourselves and wanted people- wanted the world to know who we were. Fast forward to now, I still want the world to know who I am. But it's more so if I get older and, you know, lose my memory, I can look down and see my name and be like, "Oh, yeah, that's me." Or if I get lost or something and someone finds me, when they contact the police or whatever, they'll be like, "Hey, I see a name on her leg. Maybe this is who you're looking for."”
