As was promised in last night's episode of My Lameass Journal, I'm double gooified at the moment. One since I actually got a response, and two because it was Robin.
I guess that means I have to make an attempt at actually positing something vaguely interesting.
Postponing that until I think of something, here's how my day went. My intention of getting some sort of facial piercing was discovered by the parental units today, and it wasn't taken very well. I expected my mom to naturally freak out, but she was thankfully under heavy medication at the time. She stil managed a few "no fucking way"s and an "are you insane?", though. My dad gave me a Stern Talking To, as one normally does in these situations, but conceded a little bit of ground to me. Legally speaking, they can't stop me. Practically speaking, I could be cut off and thrown out of the house.
The result: I should "rethink" the labret thing, and "maybe just go for an ear."
And thus begins my journey to eventually look somewhat like Trent Lane.
I guess that means I have to make an attempt at actually positing something vaguely interesting.
Postponing that until I think of something, here's how my day went. My intention of getting some sort of facial piercing was discovered by the parental units today, and it wasn't taken very well. I expected my mom to naturally freak out, but she was thankfully under heavy medication at the time. She stil managed a few "no fucking way"s and an "are you insane?", though. My dad gave me a Stern Talking To, as one normally does in these situations, but conceded a little bit of ground to me. Legally speaking, they can't stop me. Practically speaking, I could be cut off and thrown out of the house.
The result: I should "rethink" the labret thing, and "maybe just go for an ear."
And thus begins my journey to eventually look somewhat like Trent Lane.
