because I don’t already have enough photos to work on, obviously

Tony and I took advantage of the latest Threadless $10 sale and my street team points to stock up on some new t-shirts for summer. Aside from finally snagging matching Damn Scientists shirts, which I assure you we will wear while out together like the cutesy couple we are, oh yes, I picked out The Mississippi Phoenix, Globetrotter, and RED, and he picked out two of my absolute favourites, Ways of Making You Talk and Midnight Showing. We’re going to have a t-shirt photo day when they arrive, the better to stock up more street team points. Do you have a Threadless shirt you’d like a picture of for the site? Drop me a line. It’s going to be a really fun shoot.

when Ray asked what I would like for my birthday, I don’t think this is what he had in mind

A very nice man at Sacred Heart jabbed a new hole in my left ear today. He had short black hair and a kind smile and only made fun of me a little bit when I chickened out on the rest of the planned piercings. Part of it was the shock of the needle, (AND THE SOUND), but mostly I had reached my pain tolerance for the day, as I had been walking too much, and the blast of heat from my ear reached down to my broken toe and together they screamed until I said, “stop”. Soon I will get more, perhaps even finish the job in one go, adding new tiny rings until I get to my lucky number, all the way up to the top.

Honestly, I was hoping to have my right ear pierced in time for the wedding, the better to fit in, as I feel a bit like the odd one out, the overly unique creature tacked on to a traditional ceremony, vivid and different and possibly too bright. I wanted, at least, in the very least, to no longer be lopsided, especially given how together the people are who I’m standing with, as I help walk Kyle and Lisa up the aisle. Instead, I now have two holes in my left ear and zero in my right. Plan: excellent. Execution: could have gone better.

The new plan, which is, I admit, the old plan that I didn’t go through with, is to dope myself up with pain pills, then have them go through and give me a total row of six on the left side and two on the right. (There’s something about odd numbers I dislike.) Possibly, when I am so threaded with holes, I might finally get around to putting a small stud in my nose as well, though when I think about them all at once, I can’t help but think I’m crazy. Not as mad as planning a tattoo, but still, since when was this the sort of thing I craved?