blackphoenix

Dammit. That was three people officially in the "just ask him" club. That means they're probably right, and I have to stop worrying about how stalkerish I sound.

In other news, I got my lip pierced again this afternoon, just above the healed-over labret piercing. Damn it hurt. YOWCH! And then it bled everywhere and both piercings swelled up and I couldn't talk or smile. A bit like going to the dentist and having your mouth anaesthetised. Well, like that in the sense that it looked really retarded. It was much more painful than an anaesthetised mouth.

But now it's being a well-behaved little piercing and the swelling's disappeared and it's not mucky anymore and it looks like I've had it for a week. Yay for sexy new steel.

My friend tried to pierce her boob just above the nipple. It was kinda funny I shouldn't laugh at the fact that it got a bit infected, but she had to go to the piercer to get it checked out, and she got in trouble off him for not having such a wierd piercing done professionally. Kinda amusing

Eheheheh. In less evil and sadistic news, I am moving house at the end of next month. I super dooper excited. I get to move in with friends and live closer to civilisation and not live with a couple anymore.

And that is the end of my blab for this evening, since on the strangely profound advice of a taxi driver on Monday night, I have decided not to drop out of uni, and hence, I have to go write some more on this essay of mine.

Later days y'all.