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Damn. 1/2 hour, this time.

The only piercing I had was done by a friend when I was eighteen. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing, and she did it with a sewing needle and a bagel. Needless to say, it got infected and reamined so for, oh, two years. I nearly got my navel done, but it was the same kind of situation -- friend, needle, a hunk of bread or pastry or something -- and it seemed to me that an infected navel would be far worse than an infected earlobe. Yesterday I was parading around the apartment with a twisty tie twisted around to look like a hoop and clipped to my septum. Everyone laughed and laughed, and I thought they were simply surprised at how punk I could be. Then I looked in the mirror and realized that I had a twisty tie shoved in my nose. I am tragically unhip.

When I was a teenager, I got in a fight with this uber-manly guy who had a pirate hoop in his left ear. I tried to yank the ring out, but it's actually harder than you think. My finger got caught in the ring (which hurt), he squealed, I squealed, and we ran around in circles for a couple of minutes trying to get away from each other. Everyone laughed and laughed. In retrospect, I was tragically unhip then, too.