this little girl was alone in the world until she found a way to get a fix for free...
sometimes, you do something for no particular reason, other than you need to do that thing right now. sometimes, you'll've had the thought years ago and never acted on it because you were always too afraid or whatever. sometimes, you do that thing and it makes you feel pretty damned okay with the world.
i took out my high school graduation piercing (right tragus, never healed, pain in the ass) and got a university (impending!) graduation piercing put in. finality, or something. random body modification moreso, but whatever. i'm rather proud of myself for doing it, for waking up and deciding that This Would Be The Day and not chickening out when talking to the lovely dude with some seriously bizarre stretching happening and for doing this all by myself. i told myself that this would be the year that i would learn to not be such singular entity but i needed this for me. confirmation of identity or something. i mean, i realise i'm spouting self-affirming philosophical wank over the tiniest hole ever in my face but still! important!
and yeah, i have never looked more like a typical queer scenekid in all my days. but that's what i am, so.
and this has a big fat nothing to do with the last entry which, for the record, i entirely stand by in sobriety. fate/coincidence/the universe throwing random shit around you that make vague sense? really fucking sucks. what i don't stand by in my sobriety is using most of my last $40 to buy a paid lj account, what the fuck. this means three days of no coffee and me being a cranky stompy little child because of it, ngh.
i took out my high school graduation piercing (right tragus, never healed, pain in the ass) and got a university (impending!) graduation piercing put in. finality, or something. random body modification moreso, but whatever. i'm rather proud of myself for doing it, for waking up and deciding that This Would Be The Day and not chickening out when talking to the lovely dude with some seriously bizarre stretching happening and for doing this all by myself. i told myself that this would be the year that i would learn to not be such singular entity but i needed this for me. confirmation of identity or something. i mean, i realise i'm spouting self-affirming philosophical wank over the tiniest hole ever in my face but still! important!
and yeah, i have never looked more like a typical queer scenekid in all my days. but that's what i am, so.
and this has a big fat nothing to do with the last entry which, for the record, i entirely stand by in sobriety. fate/coincidence/the universe throwing random shit around you that make vague sense? really fucking sucks. what i don't stand by in my sobriety is using most of my last $40 to buy a paid lj account, what the fuck. this means three days of no coffee and me being a cranky stompy little child because of it, ngh.