Sorry.

My name is Sycamore.

[See what happens when you post drunk.]

Don’t mind me.

Honestly, it was the biggest ‘rush’, I had had at that point.

I almost passed out from the pleasure, and pain.

After that, I love, love, loved, dudes nibbling on it.

Sadly, it came out after a visit to the ER, anf I have been timid to get it re-done.

Hey Juno,

I posted >/a>on your tag.

Okay, now on to me…

The piercing thing was kind of a lark. A friend of a friend was just starting out his piercing career and gave us, pardon the pun, cut rates. She got her tongue pierced and I got my nipple pierced. She then discovered you can’t speak Chinese (remember T?) with a pierced tongue and I found out that if you’re on stage in a dance number and a woman has to slide down your chest, a nipple piercing can lead to some painful, but hilarious for others, incidents. I have always wanted a tattoo, though, just have never found the right thing. I feel I have to ask, RS, what’s yours, where is it and how much did it hurt?

Dear God, Cowbell, I had to stop reading when I found the words “bus” and “Alps” in the same sentence. It’s completely irrational, which makes it so much worse because people are always trying to help you get over your fear and encouraging you and no matter how much you explain to them that they don’t quite understand, they buy you things like sky-diving lessons for your birthday, thinking they’re doing you a favor. Bastards.

My strategy for combating the spelling thing used to be using very big, unusual words. That way, even if I did misspell them, either no one would know or they wouldn’t feel confident in calling me out on it. Firefox helps, though, and even though I don’t edit this blog, I have been known to copy a post to a Word document and spell check it if I’m feeling energetic.

This was fun!

Interesting stuff! Mandolin — beautiful! The nipple piercing thing was interesting to me, b/c the sensitivity thing is the main reason I would never ever get a piercing there. What if that that messes it up, and and that goes away? Hell no. And the St. Louis arch thing? My hands got sweaty just reading. I have the height thing, bad. One of the worst was a trip up the side of one of the mountains in the Alps on one of those crazytall tour busses — the road was carved into the side of the road, tiny single rail, about 3 feet high, windy, and only ONE VEHICLE wide! Private cars were forbidden. Tour busses going the other way had to time their descent/ascent so one bus could pull over into a rest parking spot carved into the side of the mountain at various intervals. Long intervals. Scared the shit out of me.

Thanks for playing!