my earhole ate tea.

hello people of all ages, santa, big foot, and conan o brien.

my ear hates me.

okay maybe not my ear.

but my earhole. if you can't see the diff, I can't blame you.

But wait. I can.

Above is a pic of my ear now.

Then... i wont post a photo.

Then again, I didnt even take one.

because I know young kids might read this.

go, "Ooh, look mom, i just randomly typed in a blog add and this is what I got!"

and then faint.

because it was gory.

when I say gory, I dont mean something like 300.

firstly, coz it isnt comp animated.

secondly, coz it doesnt involve fighting.

it was just bloody.

lemme describe (little kids, especially those with unbelievable vivid imagination, stay away)

i slept one night. earring there.

nest day, earring poof.

I search, where earring?

then feel back of ear and thought, "shoot. the stud's still there. but where did the front go?"

I searched for a while only to realize it was in my ear.

(reminds me of when in science I tipped my pencil case over only to find my stapler in my hand. but that's out of point)

so painfully, I had to slowly pushh it out.

during iRenunion some more!

yesh, I feel your pity.

so then I changed it to a bigger, "sorry miss but i dont think school allows" earrings.

but I dont care.

coz I dont want it to hurt no longer.