Oh, So Many Choices..

I could be like Alenka, and write about the time we got plowed by a semi...
Or I could write about the time when I was in Cuba, and got lost, and ended up alone in a forest with a toothless old guy with a machete who kept trying to give me a crab.
Or the time when I was in Mexico and went to a local bar with a girl I met there, and how we ended up running as fast as we could away from there because we thought we were going to get raped (people really are sexist and creepy there... just saying).
Or the least interesting venture, the time when I was four and got stuck in a McDonald's play place (I was scared of heights...).


But I'm not going to because all those memories suck and I thought I was going to die during all of them.


Actually, what I want to write about sucks too.. Whatever.


When I was the ripe young age of fifteen, I had issues. And I liked piercings a lot.
So one day, me and a friend jumped aboard the summer school bus to go on an epic piercing journey. Which was our first mistake.
Unfortunately, the piercing place didn't open till twelve, so we had a good four hours to waste. I bought my brother a hat because I lost his in a mosh pit, but that's all I can remember doing.
FINALLY, the shop opened.
What shop was it, you might ask.
Well it was World Domination Tattoo and Piercing, which was the second mistake.
And the third and final, scarring mistake was when I decided that World Domination was qualified and a safe place to get my belly button pierced.
Most definitely wrong.

LOOK AT THOSE THINGS.

As soon as they put the clamp on, I got nervous. Clamps freaking hurt. Usually more then the actual piercing. Especially in this case, because the clamp slipped right off. When the needle was halfway through.They don't just slip off. They have these teeth like ridge things that prevent that from happening. But it happened anyway.

It made a nice little gash, which the piercer ignored, and he then said with a cheery grin "Well, I guess we're doing this freehand!"

So I was actually crying at this point, mainly because this guy was acting psychotic and I was bleeding everywhere. But whatever.

So he stabbed the needle all the way through. Unfortunatly, he did it on a slant and too far back because he no longer had the clamp or the marks he'd made before hand to guide him.

So I had this slanted, too far back belly bar that was bleeding everywhere. I told myself I would clean it, and take care of it, and eventually it would heal normally.

Yeah that was almost three years ago. It never healed. I took it out six months ago. I still have a gross red ring where it used to be.

But yeah.