Way for me not to post anything ever.
I'm in a weird place right now, and it's hard to put in words.
Last week I had to take out my collarbone piercings (I cried on the inside). They'll be back in a few months, with scar tissue to help hold them in this time 'round. Debating on whether to take out my hips now as well. I could probably drag a few more months out of them, but they'd have to come out before I could have the collarbones back, and really they work best as the set. If I hadn't lost so much damn weight they'd be golden, but there's something about loose skin that is really not the best medium for piercings to sit in, especially when I roll about at night and they flop around. (Grossest mental picture ever! PS I pretty much don't worry about my body anymore).
Since I haven't had anything done since the collarbones in October (for lack of cash, and the fact that I have to work a second, more conservative job [sadly the lip ring is no more either]), I gauged my ears Saturday. Please tell me how so 10 years ago I am. Honestly, I need a little physical punishment, and making that jump from a 22g shitty Claire's ear piercing that was done when I was an infant, to an 8g with pink and black swirly plugs, it stung a little. But what was far worse was trying to get my regular earrings through my second holes, which are much fresher and more sensitive. With the swelling and the fact that my holes like to shrink, defiitely worse. I look forward to getting to a 6g because we have plugs with a hole (you can't call them tunnels because seriously, the hole is teeny) that will fit my regular earrings through it after I bend the curves out.
But I am going to do my (and the boy's, can't believe I wash his underwear with no complaints. It's because he gives good head) laundry, back at my apartment, which I'm never at. But last week, rather than go there and use my free washer and dryer, I actually paid at the laundromat, because I don't want to see my roomate. Maybe more on that later.
That is all.
I'm in a weird place right now, and it's hard to put in words.
Last week I had to take out my collarbone piercings (I cried on the inside). They'll be back in a few months, with scar tissue to help hold them in this time 'round. Debating on whether to take out my hips now as well. I could probably drag a few more months out of them, but they'd have to come out before I could have the collarbones back, and really they work best as the set. If I hadn't lost so much damn weight they'd be golden, but there's something about loose skin that is really not the best medium for piercings to sit in, especially when I roll about at night and they flop around. (Grossest mental picture ever! PS I pretty much don't worry about my body anymore).
Since I haven't had anything done since the collarbones in October (for lack of cash, and the fact that I have to work a second, more conservative job [sadly the lip ring is no more either]), I gauged my ears Saturday. Please tell me how so 10 years ago I am. Honestly, I need a little physical punishment, and making that jump from a 22g shitty Claire's ear piercing that was done when I was an infant, to an 8g with pink and black swirly plugs, it stung a little. But what was far worse was trying to get my regular earrings through my second holes, which are much fresher and more sensitive. With the swelling and the fact that my holes like to shrink, defiitely worse. I look forward to getting to a 6g because we have plugs with a hole (you can't call them tunnels because seriously, the hole is teeny) that will fit my regular earrings through it after I bend the curves out.
But I am going to do my (and the boy's, can't believe I wash his underwear with no complaints. It's because he gives good head) laundry, back at my apartment, which I'm never at. But last week, rather than go there and use my free washer and dryer, I actually paid at the laundromat, because I don't want to see my roomate. Maybe more on that later.
That is all.