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7.25.2008

i have a very sore septum but i am still very satisfied.

Soo, today I got my septum pierced. I can safely say I am experiencing some sharp pain in between my nostrils, but I am quite psyched about my new metal. Now, I've got my lip pierced twice [snakebites, yay!], my monroe [beauty mark thingy], nostril [twice in my left one], a scaffold industrial [bar at the top of my left ear], and my earlobe piercings are stretched to 1/2". So I am no stranger to body piercing. But this is a piercing I've been itching to get for months, maybe over a year now. So I am definitely a happy camper.
It just occured to me that I never did find out formally what gauge the piercing actually IS, but I'm thinking it's a 14g. That's pretty commonplace for these piercings [the smaller they are, the more chance of a 'cheese cutter' effect if it's pulled on. no thanks.], so I am gonna stick with that. 12g seems a little big, 16g pretty small. Not to mention, it looks 14g. So we'll say it's a 14g. And upon looking at it for the billionty-millionth time, I am certian.
Anyway, my ocd-esque desire for things to be evened out is very satisfied. My face is just so much more symmetrical. I have something going on in the center, and it makes me just... sort of relieved. I'm pretty sure a TON of people are going to say I look like a bull, but that's okay. After all, I am a taurus. So my feelings aren't hurt. I'm just acting like my astrological symbol ;].
I just love my piercer more and more every time I go to get a piercing [which is pretty frequent]. He's professional yet friendly, and he does his work quickly. No "ready? one, two, three... and here's the needle! here it gooooooes, in your skin. feel it?" shit. It makes me revel in the agony that much more. My piercer [who, by the way, is Larry Hudson. Crystal Clear Tatoo in Warner Robins, I RECCOMEND IT TO EVERYONE!] just kind of does the deed quickly and as close to painlessly as possible. So that's pretty awesome.
Not to cut my blog all abrupt and shit, but my fiancee's watching How High and I just can't concentrate. Stoner comedys are my weakness, I guess. Maybe that's because I'm a stoner. Fuck it, though. I gotta go watch this.

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