pierce me. pick me.

I still really want to get my nose pierced. There was a nurse that gave W a shot yesterday who had a cute little diamond stud in her right nostril. Adorable. Sexy. Totally me.

There is only one problem I have that is keeping me from getting the nose piercing... nose picking. Yes, you read that correctly. How in the hell do you pick your nose when you have a length of metal inside your nostril? Especially while the piercing is healing!?!

I mean, let's be honest here. I'm a nose-picking kinda girl. I don't like the boogies. I prefer to be boogie-free. Usually a moderate nose-picking session, complete with tissues, preludes a nightly bath. I tend to be ritualistic about it.

So what would happen to my ritual if I got the piercing? I refuse to contemplate that a nose piercing and nose picking might be mutually exclusive.

This isn't a decision to make lightly. Better continue to sleep on it for a while...

Until next time, here is today's list:

HATE IT.
People reading books on treadmills. If you can read when you are on the treadmill, you need to just take your book and your fat-ass back to the couch.

LOVE IT!
People jamming tunes on treadmills. Think Brad Pitt in Burn After Reading. Awesome.

CURRENTLY LISTENING TO:
“Hold My Hand" - Hootie & The Blowfish

CURRENTLY READING:
Students’ papers

***