I live on the edge...

Most of you DON'T know I have ten piercings in my ears. Or at least you didn't, because now you do.

I took them out after college - or at least I took 7 out (one I love too dearly and it is easily hidden).

Yesterday, while checking out my cute self in the mirror - or making sure my outfit was acceptable for public eye - or checking out my cute self in the mirror - I spied an old cartilage earring on the windows edge. Would it still manage to fit? I was soon to embark on that adventure.

Ignoring the wise advice of piercers and doctors and friends, I skipped sanitizing and went straight for my ear. I told you, I LIVE ON THE EDGE! I got it halfway through to find, sadly, the hole had closed halfway; but I am not one to be discouraged. Wincing slightly, ignoring my brothers murmurs of "you idiot" I worked that hoop back through the hole. I did it, I repierced my ear! I look forward to traveling down the same road for the other two carts that remain naked and alone.

I am in so much pain.