Monday, May 3, 2010

I do believe it's the stomach death

This is the week of the APP (Association of Professional Piercers) Convention and a piercer friend of mine, Marilyn, will be in search of three beautiful pairs of stone plugs for me. I'm excited.

Things with Jarre and I are going well. I have more shit to deal with as a Julia than I think we do as a couple which is why tomorrow I will be looking into finding myself a real live psychologist of my very own. I need help. This is the first time in years that I don't think I can fix things on my own. I need help. And I'm ready to accept help. Now most of you don't know me but I don't do that easily. I'm very independent and asking for/accepting help from others is something I would not have been able to do 6 months ago. However, it's very upsetting to find out I've been holding on to so much pain and anger for so long. Like, years. I thought I was past that sorta stuff.

In other news, I have had horrible stomach pain since last Wednesday and I think I might be dying. Or just not eating correctly. Or, heaven forbid, lactose intolerant.

Ah well, let's just hope for good things to come.

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