The other night I had a bizarre dream that I went to the tattoo shop to get my chest worked on, but when I got there it was already finished, so the artist decided that what would really make it look good would be a few dermal anchor piercings, which he did with a nail gun. Mind you, I was well aware that this is not the proper procedure for this sort of thing. He did a few on my chest, then seemed to think that the nail gun would double as a Bedazzler and was going to decorate the hemline of the skirt I was wearing, thus attaching my skirt to my legs until I pulled the not-quite-anchors out later.

I’m completely in the mood to go get my nose pierced. I’ve got no idea why, only that I want another piercing.

I really want to get another piercing. I’m not sure if I’ll get my right nipple done again (since I took it out over a year ago), or if I want to get my nose done. And while I’d most likely never do it for work reasons, I would love to have a medusa piercing.

Well, after 4 years, I retired a nipple piercing a couple of nights ago. Eddie made a comment about how he’s never touched them without the piercings, which is true. When he and I first started talking, I hadn’t had them done and he’d seen pictures (what can I say, I’m a pervy exhibitionist), but by the time we’d met in person, they were about 2 months old and nearly healed up. On a “TMI” note, you would not believe the amount of crud that can build up on a steel barbell after 4 years. *shudder*

We got a new bed today. Eddie’s been inflating it in the bedroom, and we bought a cheap set of clearance sheets, so with any luck we’ll be able to have a great night’s sleep, and maybe even christen it after we watch all the cool Thursday night shows. :wink:

I spent the day working, and managed to sell 1 phone and do an upgrade. That’s a whopping $10 in commission for today. The store was packed; there were more people in there today than in the week before Christmas. It was insane. People everywhere, kids screaming, at least 5 pages for little kids who had lost their parents and wandered up to the front desk.

On the Casa McBride front: We’re hopefully getting a bed this weekend. It’s a queensize platform with the memory foam stuff. It’s my birthday present, since I asked for a bed for Christmas. We were/are looking into getting something like this for a house. We don’t need anything huge for a house, and hell, we could fit the largest of those into my Mom’s backyard. Eddie cleaned up the kitchen. And my desk. And his desk. I’m going to finish up the dishes and stuff tomorrow, since my new schedule goes into effect and I’ve got the next two days off. We’ve been really, really slacking with the housework. In the process of cleaning we ended up accumulating $66 in change between stuff picked up or found in clothes or in my purse, so that went towards picking up some stuff for dinner tonight and tomorrow, along with some fruit for me to munch and chicken strips for lunches.

After nearly 4 years one of my nipple piercings has decided to migrate out and is especially painful when I’m, um, perky. Given that this is midwinter in Rhode Island, this means that unless I’m in the shower and very, very warm, it’s painful all the time. Unfortunately, I can’t get a grip on the balls and therefore can’t touch my right nipple, so Eddie’s going to buy me some rubber gloves tomorrow. Bras are uncomfy, and forget about handling the ta-tas (the right one anyway). Not fun. So this means that I’ll have 1 piercing intact out of all of the ones I’ve had done, since last month I took my slowly rejecting industrial out and replaced it with 2 considerably smaller rings, and the hood piercing failed dismally after 4 months.