Words of a Stranger

Waxing lyrical of the crappy details of my life and my views with a healthy dose of cynicism, sarcasm and everything you like about non-wholesome movies.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Things we do for art.

Got my ears pierced. Gah. Now I can't rub my earlobes anymore.

I liked my ears un-holey.

Why? Because the spanish dance company requires me to wear looped earrings. I've complained quite a bit already. Time to bring it online for mass distribution of my complaining.

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