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I was so happy to find my care package waiting for me when I got home yesterday. With the money I got I am now going to be able to buy my tattoo machines.

I hadn't seen my boyfriend in a week. Then he came home last night out of the blue, calling me a whore for being an Suicide Girl. I told him to go fuck himself and find that special girl to fit his criteria, because obviously I am not it.

I am starting to get sick, and I know I have my roommate to thank for that.

I could give a shit less too. He was a lousy fuck and an alcoholic. The only thing I am worried about is we are still living under the same roof. I am not looking forward to waking up every morning after sleeping on the couch, to being harassed by an ass hole.

I was having the time of my life too while he was away. I started my piercing apprenticeship, went to parties, had nice quiet time to myself, and even met a hunky guy who makes me horny, unlike my ex.

Look at the first piercings I did yesterday, one of my apprenticers elbow and one I did on my knee. Isn't it cool.



I am trying to figure out if I want to pierce my other nipple today. What do ya all think?