i walked into the room.. i was shivering with cold and fear and anxiousness.. anxious for what i was about to do.. i looked right- no one. i looked left and there stood my friend with her hands crossedon her chest. she pointed to the door of another room and said, "GO, now!! you wanted this. Now u march in there and get it over with."
you see.. i told her the night before that i wanted to get my tongue pierced. drastic move since i didn't have the guts to do it in the 1st place. it was sort of like a spurt of the moment action. u know? don't think just do.. i wanted it done, but feared that it would hurt.
in the end, i picked up myself and walked slowly into the room to where the guy who was gonna pierce my tongue was waititng. he told me to lie down on the tattoo couch and then began to prep the stuff that was goin to be used later. it felt as if i was in the operating teather.. my heart was pounding so hard it felt as if i couldn't breathe. when he was ready, he told me to relax. he measured where the stud was going to be, pulled my tongue with a special plyer and then stuck a needle into my tongue. after that he put in the tongue stud and it was all done. phew... it felt like ages but it didn't hurt as much as i thought it would be.. so now, i have a pierced tongue.. hehe
Unknown "Cutey" Loving
- 16 years, 3 months, 3 days ago
