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Someone...
Aug. 16th, 2005 03:34 pm...on my friends list wanted a digital camera?
http://www.livejournal.com/community/vancouver/1635848.html
http://www.livejournal.com/community/vancouver/1635848.html
Aug. 16th, 2005
Fascinating
Aug. 16th, 2005 11:15 pmLots of piercing updates in the next little while, I imagine.
It gets sore/slightly achy/a bit more swollen when I'm too tired. Like, it does this before any other symptoms kick in. Yay for flags telling me to sleep.
It's starting, just a little, to heal. That is, there's a thin white band forming at the very edge of the wound that looks sorta like scar tissue, though a tiny tiny tiny smount of blood still occasionally comes out when I'm cleaning it.
Called mom, she asked me how I was, I said the piercing was going great. There was a touch of silence. It took her maybe ten minutes to get over her surprise, by then she'd asked the expected questions about what it was like. Now she's okay. I love my mom. I really shoulda told her more explicitly beforehand, but I didn't know more than a week before.
Juggler tells me the piercer was flagged, black handkerchief, back left pocket. Devon? Someone else? Black is BDSM, does left mean anything? Dude was cute. It's bad manners to hit on someone you're in a professional relationship with, right?
Angus, are you supposed to tip a piercer?
Juggler continues to rock for a million and one reasons. We've spent, like, two days straight together, which means we got good practice hanging outdoing our seperate things while in the same sort of space. We needed practice, and I'm so glad it works.
Tillie and a bunch of people came by for a bit today while I was showing Colin some 'net stuff, and my room was fuller than it's ever been. Tillie has good taste in people; these were nice friendly people and I liked the bit of controlled randomness in an otherwise cocoony day.
I will sleep now. Be well.
It gets sore/slightly achy/a bit more swollen when I'm too tired. Like, it does this before any other symptoms kick in. Yay for flags telling me to sleep.
It's starting, just a little, to heal. That is, there's a thin white band forming at the very edge of the wound that looks sorta like scar tissue, though a tiny tiny tiny smount of blood still occasionally comes out when I'm cleaning it.
Called mom, she asked me how I was, I said the piercing was going great. There was a touch of silence. It took her maybe ten minutes to get over her surprise, by then she'd asked the expected questions about what it was like. Now she's okay. I love my mom. I really shoulda told her more explicitly beforehand, but I didn't know more than a week before.
Juggler tells me the piercer was flagged, black handkerchief, back left pocket. Devon? Someone else? Black is BDSM, does left mean anything? Dude was cute. It's bad manners to hit on someone you're in a professional relationship with, right?
Angus, are you supposed to tip a piercer?
Juggler continues to rock for a million and one reasons. We've spent, like, two days straight together, which means we got good practice hanging outdoing our seperate things while in the same sort of space. We needed practice, and I'm so glad it works.
Tillie and a bunch of people came by for a bit today while I was showing Colin some 'net stuff, and my room was fuller than it's ever been. Tillie has good taste in people; these were nice friendly people and I liked the bit of controlled randomness in an otherwise cocoony day.
I will sleep now. Be well.