I'm going to take a comment from my previous post and answer it, in a separate blog. It's an interesting and complex question, and I know it's different for every person. Carlo asked me:

I've always wandered why peopel do that, self pain, I mean. Why? What do piercing mean to you?

I'll try my best to answer it. I've often wondered the same thing when I look at other people and see some of the interesting things they have done to their bodies. What were they THINKING?! My friends have been questioning my sanity lately, and Hubs hates my stretched lobes. He doesn't like the number of piercings I have, actually, but doesn't mind the traditional ones that much. He absolutely abhors facial piercings (visible surface piercings on the face like the lip, eyebrow, nose etc.), but he gave me the thumbs up for the tongue ring (rolleyes). Heh.

I got a second earring in one ear when Hubs and I were dating and he wanted his ear pierced. Back then you couldn't buy earrings on their own, so we split a pair of earrings. Once I finished highschool I started experimenting; I got a cartilage piercing (top of left ear) and a tattoo. Some of my piercings were actually to spite my parents (belly button, tongue). Most were spur of the moment, just cause I wanted to (saw a conch piercing on a girl at a concert and decided I wanted one too!) :p

But I also like them and think they look attractive. I love to get jewelry for them. Some piercings are experimenting with how far I'm willing to test myself, see what I'm capable of. I'm very conservative about them, actually. I don't have anything that I wouldn't be able to remove/cover easily. Even stretching my ears can be reversed easily if I were to take the jewelry out and just let them close in. My tattoos are in places that are easily covered. I love the shock value a little bit. My tattoos and piercings come across as a bit of a surprise to people who know me and my personality. I get a bit of a thrill out of it, especially when I'm feeling a bit spiteful. My dad is absolutely repulsed by body work, and likens it to uncultured tribal cultures and self-mutilation.

I don't enjoy the pain, it's nothing like that at all. I deal with the pain because it's a side effect of getting the body work done, but I don't enjoy it at all. My belly button was another experiment because I thought it had completely closed over and was shocked it wasn't, so I decided to try it and see what could be done. It's immensely better today, and if it continues/d to be a pain in the ass, I'd remove it before putting up with it just to have it. Hubs is pushing me to get a risque (read: genital) piercing because he thinks it's sexy and it's a turn on for him. I'm NOT interested in dealing with that kind of pain and healing in that area, it's definitely not something I'm interested in doing.

Overall, it's addictive. Body piercing and tattoo/body artwork is highly addictive. Once you try something, you wonder if you want to try something else, and then find something else you like etc. I have plans for at least three more tattoos. Easy. It's probably a good thing for me they cost so much, or else I'd be covered.

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I am stirring up so much dust right now with cleaning, my poor Dooger is probably just dying from allergies. I may give him his meds every day until we get everything done around here. The china hutch is on its way out today. That makes so much more room in my dining room! It makes me very happy! I just have to figure out how/where to store my cutlery (there are NO drawers in my kitchen. None).

My dad showed up yesterday as I was getting ready for work. I'm glad he's still around (rolleyes). He asked when we were getting together for Christmas... well hmmm I haven't heard from you since BEFORE Christmas, so how was I supposed to plan something? Wow. I told him to let me know what he wanted us to buy him, since we didn't get anything yet.

I have one more shift today, then tomorrow is movie day for Punkin. Then cake and ice cream, shopping for an outfit (I need new jeans that actually fit), and out to a club. Then I work on Sunday (fml) and am off Mon/Tues. What a mess.
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I need to be more realistic. I should know better by now! "I'm going to do this andthisandthisandthis all in one day! Hoorah!" HA HA HAHAHA... fat chance.

We had a nice distraction yesterday so I can blame that, willingly. We had company over for dinner and most of the evening. I still managed to get all of the appliances I want to get rid of cleaned up and set out of the way, and some of my dishes. I traded the roaster for a deep fryer and it looks really neat! The china hutch is almost completely empty, and I just have to get it moved to the storage unit and it's sold (Thanks M!). I haven't heard from my dad since before Xmas, so I have no idea if he'd be able to help me move the hutch. But I want it moved asap, because it's now completely in the way :(

I  made an awesome pasta supper with garlic bread and brownies for dessert (the brownies were store-bought!). Hubs and his friend drank pretty steadily throughout the night, I just stuck to Coke. Dooger ended up coming home early from school because he wasn't feeling well, so he watched the movie Avatar. Again. I'm really glad I didn't see it in the theatre, I'd probably have been a bawling mess. I'm overflowing with sentimentality and a desire to belong/feel wanted right now. It's totally interrupting my  motivation to get things done, because I don't want to miss out on something. or something like that. I don't know... I just feel like I'm running in five different directions at once.

I didn't get any laundry done, so I'm going to febreze my stupid uniform and wear it again. I really don't care. Blah. Laundry tomorrow, for sure. I have a couple of hours so I should probably get more dishes done. I'm starting to get a bit of a headache so I need to drink some coffee or tea. Part of my headache stems from trying to put my navel ring back in. Last night for some reason (I have NO idea why), I grabbed one of my dangly earrings and stuck the post in my navel piercing. It went right through. I was totally sitting there thinking "WHAT THE FUCK?!" I've had my navel ring out for years now. I grabbed one of my navel rings and tried to poke that through, but the hole has gotten smaller in gauge/diameter, so although the earring (gauge 20) went through, a navel ring (gauge 14) could not.

So this morning I was determined to get my navel ring back in. I was going to get it re-pierced a year ago, remember? Well ha! This costs nothing! So I kept trying to just slowly work a navel ring through, but it just wasn't going to go. I found one of my first tapers for my ears, which turned out to be a 14 gauge taper, and worked that through. I could feel the stretch, but not pain, so I followed it through with a navel ring. Ta Da! My navel ring is back in. And it's slightly pissy. So now I'm just gonna LEAVE IT ALONE. And once it's good, I'm putting an acrylic bar in and never taking it out. When I posted that I had gotten my navel ring back in on my Facebook status, one of my friends thought I had posted that I'd gotten my Nuva ring back in (which is a silicone ring used for birth control; you insert it into your vagina and leave it there)! Like I'd post something like that on my status! PMSL!!