No More Pretty Princess

Tragedy. The ball to my Marilyn piercing fell off somewhere during the night and I can’t find it. Despite tightening it every day I’ve lost it, and I had to take the post out. *sigh* Which means it will close up, since I can’t get down to pick up another ball until, jeez, sometime this weekend? If I’m lucky?

It’s awful; I no longer feel like a pretty pretty princess. Still, a piece of metal on my face isn’t THAT important. Mostly I just loved how it looked and how it made me feel.

I still have my nose ring, though. World without end, amen. It’ll take more than rough sleeping to dislodge that. And to tell the truth, it’ll be nice not working around the Marilyn for things like moisturizer etc. I just loved it, though. I’m sad.

But not TOO sad. Today is for fifty more pages of revision, and if I get that done and get all other obligations (hoovering and the dinner party) out of the way, I will reward myself with some of the shiny pretty new project. It’s not something I’m getting paid for, which means I have to get it done in the cracks and gullies, but it’s awesome and has a great first line. Maybe it will turn out to be something, maybe not. Either way I’m having fun.

And I can always get my Marilyn repierced if I feel like it. It’s not forever. I’ll just have to be a pretty pretty princess only on the inside for a while.

There are worse things.

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