Monday, March 14, 2005
Dear hole in my stomach,
Happy first birthday, my gorgeous yet horribly irritated and upset belly button piercing. If you wouldn't be so damn pretty, I would have gotten rid of you a long time ago, you fickle little thing. You diva. You sensitive little drama queen. Our new twister is a good thing, you know, it's pretty, and it's in no way offensive to your finally healed flesh tunnel. I mean, seriously... I babied you, I cared for you, I did everything within my power to make you feel comfortable with me, I gave you a whole 10 months time before I tentatively dared to encumber you with a new piece of jewelry, when all I really had to do was to wait 6 months... and you let me know right away that there will be no friendship between you and it's dangling leaves. So I gave you your original barbell back and waited yet another 2 months, leaving you be. But my patience goes only so far... and when our new twister arrived, my decision was final: you'll wear it, resistence is futile. Or so I thought. Of course you have your own mean little ways to fight back. And oooh... you got me really good, I admit. Good enough that now every touch in a 2 inch radius around you sends me into bruised agony... are you trying to tell me something? Maybe I have overdone it a bit with all my excited changes once I got our new jewelry in the mail... I can see how this could have upset you a bit... but... enough is enough - keep your sudden lymph to yourself, and I don't appreciate your crusties much, either. Get over it... accept the fact that you are healed, that I gave you much more time to do so than anybody else would have, take the twister, accept it as your new best friend, and move on. Move on, and I'll like you again the way I did before.
Sincerely,
The Body you are pierced into
Sincerely,
The Body you are pierced into
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write me i have mine pierced im teenage gtg b sure 2 write me at iredneck@aol.com and ill ezplain why im writing
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