2001-02-10 | 04:56:26

my friend ascension (not her real name. heh. otherwise her parents would have been a bit too deep into metaphysical philosophy or some such thing) asked me to accompany her when she gets her nose pierced today.

ok, quick background. i'm the queasy type. super-queasy. her describing how the person who did her last piercing hit a nerve and sent shooting pain across her cheek made me feel kinda woozy in my chair.

people say the sight of blood makes them sick? i can't even watch ER.

once at a job back in the day, i listened to a gory story about some medical distress a person had been through. as i turned to go back to my desk, i passed out and collided with a wall on the way down. doh!

so, i'll go with her, sure, but i think during the actual procedure, i'd better be distracting myself with something...maybe looking at tattoo samples...because otherwise, it'll be me, spread-eagle under the sterling silver display case.

"gunter? could you give that passed-out chick a hand? she's not used to seeing 10-inch needles poking into faces. thanks!"

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hi you. bless you for your kind-heartedness and strength of spirit. i'm so lucky to know you.

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