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This weekend, I finally got a new piece of jewelry for my navel. I might have changed it out a little early; it's only been four months... but I was just sick of the little green-fake-gems barbel. I'm still keeping the hole clean, and dunked the new piece in some rubbing alcohol for a while before putting it in.
It's got little dangly bits that hang from it on chains. I love that in jewelry. I should probably borrow Ashy's digital camera and take a photo of it.
While I was out, I also wanted to get a cute coat I'd seen earlier in the week, but it had vanished. Drat. I am loser.
It's got little dangly bits that hang from it on chains. I love that in jewelry. I should probably borrow Ashy's digital camera and take a photo of it.
While I was out, I also wanted to get a cute coat I'd seen earlier in the week, but it had vanished. Drat. I am loser.
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Date: 2002-12-18 01:26 am (UTC)(*And for anatomical reasons, namely my stomach folding over itself in that exact spot, it's an impossibility. Unless I want a pussing festering crooked lumpy mess... but no, I think I'll pass. ;P)
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Date: 2002-12-18 01:07 pm (UTC)I don't think anyone makes geckos for where you have a hole.