Day Of Writing: Friday, July 2009
Morning, uhm, late, late night?
Either way, it's over midnight and I'm pretty high at the moment.
I asked YamiMarik to pierce my left earlobe.
I have a 8 mm plug in both my two earlobes, but on my right I manage to squeeze through another 3 mm. Looks real nize.
And a few hours ago I actually split the tissue in one of my pierced holes on my right one. I love that sound. (Almost to the point of me getting another piercing just to hear it.)
I sat myself down on one of the chairs in our dirty little kitchen and he washed his hands in some intense alcohol smelling shit and his eyes beamed when I showed him the syringe and the piercing jewelry.
"Let's inflict som pain! You done with that ice?"
A'right, I admit it (for now), I'm offically a pussy who can't pierce through my own flesh without some kind of numb, cold and/or nearly nonexistant feeling before we do it all and... yeah, you get it.
His hands tremble a bit, but that's just 'cause he's so damn excited, damn sandy-haired shitface. Naah, just kidding, I love that freak.
...He's grabs the syringe, carefully aiming as he does this, and presses it swiftly through my poor red earlobe (numb from the ice, du'h), almost as if he'd done this a thousand times before.
"Ra, fuck, damn it... You bleed like a fucking pig." We're such gentlemens, especially when it comes to great language skills, I know.
I breath real shallow and as fast as I can to focus on something else (I keep telling you, I'm such a pussy), and as soon as I hear that sound (as if you'd rip your jeans or something made of leather) I know it's over, and I release that breath I've been holding for a short second and giggle hysterically, like a fucking maniac. It's called adrenaline and endorphins and I fucking love it. Fuck yes. Okey, enough with the "fuck"s.
Either way, it's absolutely amazing how high you can get on the fact that the idea of "Mind Over Matter" actually works.
So, one double-pierced earlobe and another that's got a bit bloody but torn tissue. This is some great shit, definitely.
I can't wait to see the results.
Now, I'm going to go out for a smoke.
My last one. Fuck.
I'll be like a random chick on the rag. Not a pleasant sight or situation when you'd like to be around me, no.
Nicotine withdrawal fucks up your head, I'm serious.