my nose is sparkly now.

On Monday, Skye and I went to Artcorpus. We became buddies with the piercer, Yannick, who has facial hair stylings that could best be described as "reverse goatee" (I shall leave you to imagine it). Yannick pierced my nose and Skye's bellybutton. The nose didn't hurt particularly much in the piercing proper, but something went wrong when he was trying to put the jewelry in. He explained, but he explained in French, and as I was lying on the table trying not to hyperventilate, crying out of my left eye, Skye is the only person who understands what he said. Something involving sinews. That sounds rather ominous. Anyway, he was jamming at my nose for about ten minutes, and it hurt so bad there are not enough italics in the world to possibly convey it to you. He kept wiping the tears off the left side of my face, which was the side away from Skye; she thought he was wiping away blood, and when it was her turn to get her bellybutton done, she was in a state of near-panic. Then, of course, she said, Oh, that was it, was it.

I think it looks fabulous. Skye's too, for that matter.



If anybody can tell me why my pictures that I post to Blogger from iPhoto are turning sideways (and it doesn't make a difference if I rotate them preventatively in iPhoto, then try to post), I would be greatly indebted. In the meantime, rotate either your computer or your head, whichever you think is easier.