While enjoying my late-night solitude of the upper-story of my house - after realizing I was the only one who was actually going to do the garbage - of washing my face and enjoying be-bopping around in my underpants, I look in the mirror and gasp in horror and frustration.
The pearl from my nose stud if gone.
Bullocks.
Well. I'm not going to walk around with a stud with missing bling in my nose. It's not cool; but the memories of the last time I tried to switch my stud into a straight pin rack my mind and my poor nose. But I've got to do it.
So after much planning and figuration, I twist out my no-longer-pearl stud, clean my nose and attempt to put in my little gold stud.
Eventually after a wee bit of blood, bending and pushing, I got it in. Whether it'll stay in who really knows. And honestly, I don't particularly give much of a fuck anymore. If it falls out during the middle of the night I'm going to take that as a sign and give up my piercing.
Yes, yes that is my plan.
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