you pierced your WHAT?!

so when i was 14, i got my first piercing. in the top of my left ear. in terminal tower. a building that is actually sinking. in cleveland. 8 years ago, back when nobody actually had their cartilage pierced. back when i was cool. even though i was only getting one hole put in me, they had no protocol for selling only one earring, so i had to buy a pair.

i used that same pair when i got my second hole at age 17. well, i used one of them. in a tattoo parlor in fort wayne. i just had the guy sterilize them and put one right through my ear, below the first one.

so last night at 10 o'clock, when my judgement was probably already impaired, i decided i wanted to pierce my earlobes, like normal girls. i mean, i already bought some sweet earrings in africa last year, so why not?

in keeping with tradition, i decided to use the same studs as the last two times. but i needed to somehow clean them first. i didn't really have any cleaning agents in my house. except for bleach. but i didn't want to shove something bleach soaked into my body. so i used listerine instead. i checked the label. third ingredient: alcohol. i don't know if this is the same listerine they market in the states, but it's powerful. i have to water it down to use it or else it burns too bad and i can feel it decroding through my tongue. i figured that would suffice for the earrings.

so i let them soak for an hour while i graded papers, like a good teacher. then i dried them off, numbed my ears with ice cubes until i couldn't feel my head, and the rest is history. they didn't even bleed. i did good. real good.

like mother, like daughter.