Huh. I imagined Mephy’s voice to be deeper…since I fell asleep last week >_>
Yeah I’m really not sure. If I take them out, they’ll shrink back down again. Like…, they’re not red, and they’re not swollen. When I cleaned them this morning, there was a little bit of blood, and they just…sting a bit. But there’s no lymph or puss, so….*shrugs*.
A few days ago, I went from a size 8 gauge to a 6. The right one pinched a bit when I first put them in, and for about an hour after that, they throbbed but for the most part, they were okay afterwards. The next day, my left one was really bothering me, it stung, and I found it a bit weird since the taper slid right into that one so I figured I slept on it wrong or something. But now it’s been a few days and they’re still bothering me,not quite as bad, but the fistula is stretched to the point where if I put the 8s back in, they’ll slide around and stuff since I can twist the tapers around in both ears…So should I keep the 6s in or…?
Since I have the hardest lady boner for Bayonetta, I’m going to be getting this done on my back hopefully within the next few weeks. I can’t wait :D
So yeaaaah you can’t see my eye makeup, but I like this photo. Mehhhh
Used this tutorial.
Went into work today and my boss and co-workers told me my hair looked adorable and that shorter hair definitely fits me better than when it was left long.And despite the fact that I couldn’t get it up into the faux hawk, I still felt pretty good about it. I still love it.
I was on register for FIFTEEN MINUTES before some asshole ruined my good mood.
He comes up, this smug look on his face as he approached the register. His hair was long, pulled back into a ponytail and he cocks an eyebrow at me and says “Where’d the rest of your hair go?”
For a moment, I didn’t know what to say. Like…I was literally in shock after he said it because up until then, I’d gotten nothing but compliments on it. After a few seconds though, I replied “I left it on the floor of a barber shop in town”. You could hear my voice oozing with sarcasm because, quite frankly, I was fucking pissed. What if (heaven forbid) I was recovering from cancer? Bet you would have felt like a real dick then.
I just…people’s heads are so far up their ass, it’s not even fucking funny. I hate when complete strangers try to joke around and just come out with shit that’s offensive as hell. Mind your own fucking business. You don’t know me, don’t try to get to know me, pay for your shit and move the fuck along, get the hell out of the store.
Since I don’t have work until four tomorrow, I think after I play with my hair I’ll liveblog the Bayonetta movie. Any takers?