Piercings and Pineapples

So I'm pretty sure most people know that I was in La Crosse for roughly a week before I wandered into a tattoo/piercing parlor.
I like having my nose pierced...except for when I blow my nose and the stud gets stuck in the Kleenex and rips out.
Not so hot.

So last night Anelram and I were like, "Hey, let's get pierced again."
Anelram is like addicted to piercings...she has quite a few.
We were trying to convince Er-Er to get her cartilage pierced (she chickened out last time).

So what did I decide to get pierced?
Hmm.

I've lost some weight since being in college (kinda the reversal from most people I've talked to).
When I packed clothes to come here, I actually packed pants that were way too small for my fat ass...however, when I where those pants I now have to also wear a belt.

Do not get me wrong, I am by no means skinny.
I'm okay.
So I decided to get my belly-button pierced.

So I'm filling out the form thing, and I was like, "I should be scared or something right now...but I'm not."
I have decided that I like getting pierced.

So the guy put the clamp thing on my skin...that hurt the most. He was like, "Okay breath in...breath out...one more time...hold it...and I'm putting in the stud."
I didn't even feel the needle go in. The clamp masked the feeling.

My nose most deffinately hurt more...but that was also more awkward...

So...

That brings us to pineapples.
As related to "Pineapple Situations."
Used in "Pineapple! Pineapple! The platypus is eating the pineapple!"

Pineapple basically means dibbs.

Anelram and I had to figure out a codeword for our situations.

So I liked this guy...Yle. And she liked him, but I met him first. Well...they had sex. And I lied to her and told her I didn't care about it.
She recently found out that I did care, and now she feels bad.

So. She told me that I need to tell her when I like a guy so she doesn't have sex with him first.
Problem:
She moves quickly. (joke)

So our thing now is that I have to call pineapple and she'll lay off.
But for some reason she keeps calling pineapple. Why, I do not know. Every guy we've met has been interested in her, so she doesn't need to call pineapple.

So that is the art of the pineapple.

Sad thing is...I've only pineappled two guys. One I plan on never seeing ever again...and I'm pretty sure the other has a thing for a girl down the hall.

Anelram's pineapple situations are turning out much better than mine.

Why I try, I don't even know.