I really DID have sex with some random guy at the rave!
As a consequence for my actions, I will be sent to Hell by a DJ Steampunk Jesus and forever have to deal with frat boys trying to stick their what-whats up my who-knows-what.
In reality, my navel piercing is infected. When I say infected, I mean REALLY infected, so much in fact to the point where I'm not even sure "infection" is enough to give the correct reaction of disgust. There is pus and blood and blegh stuff coming out of all sides of the piercing. It got better today when it turned clear instead of yellow, but lo and behold when it came the afternoon the infection was right back at it. I don't want to blame the dude..but I kind of do. I mean, he still has the back of my phone cover SOMEWHERE in that place of his. It's unsurprising that it'd take so long to find anything in there. Boys are such messy creatures god.
I've decided that if I were to be a lesbian (a full-on one), I'd probably be the butch. Just saying.
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