posted on December 08, 2002 @ 12:15 pm
from october 16th, 2001:
layla got her hair cut short. she was really scared about it, so i said i'd get my tongue pierced so we can do retarded things together. well she got her hair cut, and it looks great; it's a little past her ears and it flips out. she dyed it black afterwards, and that looks really good (hehe, i woke her up at 3 am when i got home just to see it). when she was all done with her cut, she said, "well, now to get your tongue pierced!"
i got so nervous my tummy was in all sorts of pain. i went to the diablo rojo, inc., right by our dorm. i asked the guy downstairs, "how much would it cost to get my tongue pierced?"
"i dunno, go ask the guys upstairs."
so i went and asked them.
"$55."
:stares blankly into space, then sighs: "ok."
he had studs going from one end of an eyebrow all the way to the other. very interesting indeed. after i filled out all this crap about whether i'd drunk, eaten, blah blah, he was like, "robert michael will be piercing you."
:robert michael approaches, extending hand: "hi chelsea, i'm robert."
:drools and whispers: "hi."
:to someone else: "i'm just going to do her and then leave."
:giggles:
"come back here please."
:pointing at layla: "can she come with me?"
"yeah, sure."
:shuffles to the piercing room:
:shuts the door: "so how are you today?"
we just started talking about, you know, stuff. then he explained what he was going to be doing and everything, and said not to worry, that it wouldn't hurt. i found that quite amusing.
"stick your tongue all the way out." :marks it:
layla: "gah, you've got a long tongue. mine's like a fourth that!"
robert: "yeah, you could get a couple on here!"
me: "um, that's ok. one will do."
robert: "ok, lie down on the table with your head down here. i'm going to put the forceps on your tongue, and you'll feel a little needle prick. i want you to take a deep breath and exhale slowly, and that's when i'll do it, ok? ready?"
"no." :sticks out her tongue:
:smiles: "ok." :does stuff: "now breath in--"
:inhales:
"and exhale slowly."
:exhales quickly:
:fidgets with my tongue, screws on the ball: "ok, you're done."
i was in complete awe; i absolutely felt nothing. he asked, "so was that everything you expected?"
"no, not at all. it was very anticlimatic...but that's good!"
he gave me all the rules, like don't drink or eat or smoke after anyone, don't drink alcohol, don't have unprotected oral sex, and don't make out with anyone for a month. "now if you come in here in a couple of days all :makes silly noises with a 'swollen' tongue:, i'm going to be like, 'now chelsea, i know what you've been doing!'" it was so cute. gah, like him! ah!
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