Really? Really? Le sigh. FAIL LJ, FAIL.
On the other hand, I'm made of fail. Every single time I'm in a piercing/tattooing shop, I apparently get really nervous (? for no reason?) and make an idiot of myself. SERIOUSLY. Conversation went something like:
Guy: Do you have another one?
Me: Huh? (I finally get that he means an example of the lost
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