BP and I switched nose rings last night and I lost her nose ring while I was sleeping.
Overwhelmingly, what this means is that tonight BP had to help me put my hoop back in since I spent the whole day with it out and I’ve been drinking and I’m nowhere near coordinated enough to do that shit myself while drunk—I’ve tried before.
So I had BP help me put my nose ring in and Jesus Christ.
Last night my shoulder came out of socket while I was relaxing and watching a movie. That shit really put a damper on my night, the jarring pain I couldn’t wash from my brain even after I relocated the shoulder. Having to go through more pain tonight was both disheartening and annoying.
Why why why? That’s what I always say when I don’t want to blame myself.
Twenty minutes later the pain is finally subsiding and I’m about to go get really high to put the nail in the coffin but my nose still halfway feels like I had a small altercation with Chuck Norris and lost.