So I got my nipples pierced last week. Always wanted to. As this was a thing that previous lovers of mine expressed an interest in, doing it as a single person was somehow self-affirming. Hurt worse than anything else I've done on purpose. Looks pretty spiffy. There's something cathartic about actually having something to heal. Never made it as a cutter, but man will I pay someone to hurt me.

I really like driving around with "Erection" by The Faint playing on the stereo. Windows down, volume up. If anyone notices the words, the reactions are always priceless.

Felt a sincere sense of accomplishment this past weekend. Cold weather camping is for those who do not have fresh nipple piercings, by the way. Brrr.