When I was younger, experiencing my first taste of freedom after leaving home, I decided that I wanted my tongue pierced (just because). I researched it, looked at pictures, checked websites and even DREAMED about getting it done. I finally went to Camden with my flatmate and got it pierced and I liked it...but boy, was it an anti-climax. I had done nothing but obsess about it secretly for weeks and after I got it done, it wasn't like a brand new me had been born. I still had to wait in the rain for a bus and get on with my life. And don't let me get started on the pain that I felt the next morning. At the time, the job that I did entailed running two hour group work programmes; I had to be all important and intellectual whilst talking as if I had a plumb lodged in my gob.
I have no doubt that I'll be buying and buying over the coming months, but for now, I intend to be frugal and actually wear what I already have instead of buying more polish to roll around in.
Here is what I'm working with at the moment:
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