Sunday, August 22, 2004

this morning that little ball on the end of my piercing fucking fell off. i spent half an hour trying to get that tiny motherfucker back on to no avail. i am calling that goddamned tattoo place tomorrow to tell them their shitty piercing stayed on for one fucking day.

i hate sundays.

i know i'm supposed to make sure it's tightened every day, and i tried. but how do y0u get any counter-pressure on the other side when there's all that saliva running around huh? fuck.

i was cool for exactly one day. story of my life.

3 comments:

Jane said...

you're still cool by my standards.

Phillip said...

madame is too kind

Jane said...

Nah, don't be fooled...I'm not kind at all, just honest...