I had a date with my favorite piercer today. Not really a date, but he poked another whole through my body. I'm not so sure I like it. I have to think about it. In other news of the world, I'm 50% closer to being a hopeful. I guess that's exciting? But I have a shit ton of other things on my mind sort of clouding things over... I'm living in fog.
Here's the new septum...
Here's the new septum...