Feb 12, 2009 20:06
Sometimes I hate that my mom can pretty much immediately tell what's wrong, just by my voice. Like today, when I called, and I said things were okay, she was like really? You don't sound okay. Are you sure? So I told her what happened (editing a bit, saying we "went out" and not "slept together" a few times), and I got the joy of hearing my mom say, "What a fucker." That was pretty funny. Also, she's going to talk to Padre about maybe getting me new shears for my birthday, ooooh! Exciting!
I got my piercing today! I love it. It's sooo cute. It emphasizes my eyes, which is always nice. I guess I bled quite a bit, haha. Dude got partway done and goes, you doing okay? I said uh yeah, why? Well, you're bleeding a bit. Drink at all today? Any aspirin or anything? I was like nope, not at all! (I really think I have thin blood, due to my easy bruising etc.) Thankfully my eyes were closed, I'm not really grossed out by blood but I would have been unnerved to see it coming from my face! But, it's perfect, and exactly what I needed. I'm not sure when I started equating piercing/tattoos with therapy, but it's still working well. :)
I need to clean, but I am lazy. And I may just go get a margarita tonight. I spent most of the morning cuddling with my kitty, it's been a good day.