nny | (no subject)

*grumps*

I wish the uni would tell me where I'm working so I can move to Bath and get pierced again.

See, my first pair of earrings were done in a random little town, either between here and the beach or between here and the forest, I forget. I was reasonably little at the time, and was rewarded with toffee icecream for smallness and bravery.

Second piercing I got was at the top of my left ear, and was done in Cardiff in a shop called Blue Banana. It hurt like buggery but not for long, although it kept bleeding on my pillow when I accidentally rolled onto it at night. A couple of weeks later one of my boymates got the exact same piercing done and nearly fainted; we had to take him for hot chocolate to make him feel better.

The next hole - bottom of my right ear - was done in London on a whim, when

kenovay wanted a piercing and moral support, both at the same time. With that one the piercing didn't really hurt, but the earring was just slightly too small for the hole and almost disappeared once or twice. Nice.

Latest one is at the bottom of my right ear again and I got it done in Southampton, and now it's become somehow significant that they all appeared in different towns. So it means that the last one I'm interested in getting for the moment - top of my left ear again, so I've got three in each but not symmetrically - has to wait until I move. And I just really want to get pierced, dammit.

Yay for random interjections of pain!