So I got a cutting deepened today, and there were three people in there other than the person doing it, just sort of standing around and watching the blood drip into my cleavage. Speaking of, it was way messier than last time. I bled like a stuck little piggy.
Then I had to drive back up from Portland, and I consequently have a very unusual sunburn. I hate car sunburn. Bleh!
Then I had to drive back up from Portland, and I consequently have a very unusual sunburn. I hate car sunburn. Bleh!
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I'm loath to ask what a "cutting" is for fear that its meaning is as literal as "brush the cat." But what the hell, What's a cutting? Where is yours?