Bad quality photo, but here it is. 10pounds, one gun, one dodgy side alley piercer, one broken hand (not mine. Olivia's. My pain was her pain), one single threatening tear, one giant gold earring and a string of muttered swearwords later and it is official: I finally had the balls to pierce my nose. On the lookout for a better jewel to put in it. I am thinking a silver ring. yeah?
going to fall asleep to kol. Nighty, night.