So I got my lip pierced yesterday. Bananas? Fine. Chinese food? Fine. I know that I need bite-sized food or knife and fork food.
But the last plum that I bought last week was just glowing at me. And now, how I glower back.
An apple, or even an under-ripe plum would have been fine, but the skin on this was supple, resisting on behalf of the fruit’s tender flesh. This fruit was a two-lip, slurping, erotic adventure waiting to happen.
Now my lip’s sore, my hands are sticky, and three-quarters of the plum is in the trash. Why do all my erotic adventures end this way?!
The annoying thing is having to have that conversation 100 times with people at schwork (grad school), since it’s my only current external facial piercing. Only had it once so far. 99 to go. They don’t want to seem like a jerk or a square, so they force mindless banter upon me.
No – I was fine by myself… but I got myself covered in sticky sticky juice, so I had to take all my clothes off and soap myself up really thoroughly in a hot, steamy shower.
You could get your nose pierced. I get to endure endless jokes about my shiny silver booger. Or “how do you pick your nose?” Well I dont know about YOU but I dont pick mine.
I deliver pizza so one day this guy opens the door “Hey! Did you know you have a piece of iron in your nose?”
I am thinkin “HEY! Did you know yer a dick?” But I said " No its silver."
Him: "oh well what did it cost?
Me: " Forty bucks."
Him “WHAT! For two pizzas?”
Me: “Oh I thought we were still talking about my nose ring.”
And then there are the ones that want to know what piercing I have that they CAN’T see.
Oh I want a lip pierce! But my job says NO!.. corporate fascist pigs…
I use this tiny little nose screw for my nose… still against the rules but my boss ignores it… most of the time…