so, fourth months after birth, my nape piercing finally gave in. one side ended up rejecting and trying to push through my skin. i tried, i tried. it's a sad day. that thing was... kind of an identity thing. an alone thing.
yeah, i'm pretty darn poo-ey. i was silly to go and get a bar when i should have gotten dermal anchors. oh well. i suppose in a few months i'll invest in those.
on the plus side, the holes look cool indeed.
and on a completely seperate note, i am studying charles darwin.
that is all.