Let's see, what's going on? Well, I was in SanFran for a little more than 48 hours this last week...it was nice, met M's family, ate a lot of good food, saw a good friend from college and smoked some dope.
Saturday the movers came. It was a pretty smooth experience aside from the fact that they didn't have the greatest sense of direction. Plus, both my soon-to-be-ex roommate and I are both storing all this shit in my mom's basement, and both our moms were there and they were both bickering at us and being little stress balls and saying well, you're going to have to come back and set everything up on two-by-fours in case the basement floods and oh you should be helping the movers with the little stuff it'll go faster that way and blah-dee-blah. My roommie is just gonna end up hanging herself with a shoelace after two days of being back at her parents' place. Never again. Oh no. And I get along with my mom a whole lot better than she does with hers. All in the name of finances, I guess.
Later on, met up with Lady_KT for the great nipple-piercing experiment. Which actually ended up going a bit horribly wrong. KT went first, that was all good. Then me, I said, "Ok, I want mine up and down."
"You mean vertical?"
"Exactly."
So she cleans me off and inks me up and lies me down and I hold on to KT's hand and, well, I kind of had issues here 'cause she had me do the breathe in, breathe out thing and she totally wasn't listening to my breathing--when I take deep breathes for whatever reason I really draw then out and I always have problems in yoga class and stuff with breathing poses 'cause everyone else is always going so much faster than me--so anyway, she's having me breathe at the rate that she's used to and so before I've finished my inhale she's telling me to exhale and it was kind of frustrating and I probably should have said something but, you know, I was lying there with my shirt off and I didn't want to be any trouble. So anyway, clamp, swing, pierce, screw, spin around, repeat. It's done, I sit up, look in the mirror, and they're FUCKING HORIZONTAL. And again, I didn't say anything. I know why, too--it was 'cause it hurt so damn much that I couldn't imagine doing it again so I figured I'd just learn to live with it. And I wonder, you know, did she realize at some point that she was doing it wrong and just keep going, or did it go in one ear and out the other. Regardless, I've since decided that I'm not a pussy and I'm going back there today to tell then they need to do it over. In my experience (this has /sort of/ happened to me before, where I had something done and then had to have it redone, but it wasn't because anyone was being STUPID, it was because it was a surface piercing and everybody's skin is different and so you never know exactly how wide to set them so they don't either pop out or stretch the skin too much. Anyway, point being: ) if you're going to redo a fresh piercing you have to give it a week or so to heal up. So I figure I'll go down there today and they'll take 'em out and then I'll have them redone right sometime next week.
Not much else to report. I'm almost all moved in to M's place (our place?), though still trying to figure out where exactly a lot of my stuff goes. On Sunday we painted the living room--it's yellow and looks really nice. & tomorrow I need to start looking for a job.
If you know of any cool bars that are hiring, let me know.
Edited to add:
Per Daw's suggestion, I phoned them up and explained my conundrum. The receptionist made me talk to the piercer, which was exactly what I didn't want. What I wanted was for her to say, "Oh, you poor thing, that sucks. Come on in and we'll take them out for you and then give it a week or two and come back and someone'll poke you some new holes, no problem." So instead int he middle of my sob story she puts me on hold and the piercer gets on the line and I have to explain myself all over again and she says "Okay, you'll need to come on Monday between 6 and 12," and I say "Okay, so you'll remember me?" and she says "Yeah, just be sure to bring the jewelry in." "So I should take them out myself?" "Yeah, sure. They might bleed a little but it'll be okay. And make sure you let them heal for a couple weeks. And," she says again, "you havr to come in on Monday between 6 and 12. That's when I do touch-up work."
Touch-up work? You mean fuck-up work. BLAARGH!!!!! She didn't even say she was sorry. I am sad. See: And mad: 
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Saturday the movers came. It was a pretty smooth experience aside from the fact that they didn't have the greatest sense of direction. Plus, both my soon-to-be-ex roommate and I are both storing all this shit in my mom's basement, and both our moms were there and they were both bickering at us and being little stress balls and saying well, you're going to have to come back and set everything up on two-by-fours in case the basement floods and oh you should be helping the movers with the little stuff it'll go faster that way and blah-dee-blah. My roommie is just gonna end up hanging herself with a shoelace after two days of being back at her parents' place. Never again. Oh no. And I get along with my mom a whole lot better than she does with hers. All in the name of finances, I guess.
Later on, met up with Lady_KT for the great nipple-piercing experiment. Which actually ended up going a bit horribly wrong. KT went first, that was all good. Then me, I said, "Ok, I want mine up and down."
"You mean vertical?"
"Exactly."
So she cleans me off and inks me up and lies me down and I hold on to KT's hand and, well, I kind of had issues here 'cause she had me do the breathe in, breathe out thing and she totally wasn't listening to my breathing--when I take deep breathes for whatever reason I really draw then out and I always have problems in yoga class and stuff with breathing poses 'cause everyone else is always going so much faster than me--so anyway, she's having me breathe at the rate that she's used to and so before I've finished my inhale she's telling me to exhale and it was kind of frustrating and I probably should have said something but, you know, I was lying there with my shirt off and I didn't want to be any trouble. So anyway, clamp, swing, pierce, screw, spin around, repeat. It's done, I sit up, look in the mirror, and they're FUCKING HORIZONTAL. And again, I didn't say anything. I know why, too--it was 'cause it hurt so damn much that I couldn't imagine doing it again so I figured I'd just learn to live with it. And I wonder, you know, did she realize at some point that she was doing it wrong and just keep going, or did it go in one ear and out the other. Regardless, I've since decided that I'm not a pussy and I'm going back there today to tell then they need to do it over. In my experience (this has /sort of/ happened to me before, where I had something done and then had to have it redone, but it wasn't because anyone was being STUPID, it was because it was a surface piercing and everybody's skin is different and so you never know exactly how wide to set them so they don't either pop out or stretch the skin too much. Anyway, point being: ) if you're going to redo a fresh piercing you have to give it a week or so to heal up. So I figure I'll go down there today and they'll take 'em out and then I'll have them redone right sometime next week.
Not much else to report. I'm almost all moved in to M's place (our place?), though still trying to figure out where exactly a lot of my stuff goes. On Sunday we painted the living room--it's yellow and looks really nice. & tomorrow I need to start looking for a job.
If you know of any cool bars that are hiring, let me know.
Edited to add:
Per Daw's suggestion, I phoned them up and explained my conundrum. The receptionist made me talk to the piercer, which was exactly what I didn't want. What I wanted was for her to say, "Oh, you poor thing, that sucks. Come on in and we'll take them out for you and then give it a week or two and come back and someone'll poke you some new holes, no problem." So instead int he middle of my sob story she puts me on hold and the piercer gets on the line and I have to explain myself all over again and she says "Okay, you'll need to come on Monday between 6 and 12," and I say "Okay, so you'll remember me?" and she says "Yeah, just be sure to bring the jewelry in." "So I should take them out myself?" "Yeah, sure. They might bleed a little but it'll be okay. And make sure you let them heal for a couple weeks. And," she says again, "you havr to come in on Monday between 6 and 12. That's when I do touch-up work."
Touch-up work? You mean fuck-up work. BLAARGH!!!!! She didn't even say she was sorry. I am sad. See:
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Dys= bad, wrong
esthesia= feeling, sensation
So it's a condition in which physical sensations are warped or unusual somehow...
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