Metal.

I have a metal barbell with little metal ends in my tongue. I'm used to being able to idly chew on the plastic ends. I keep having visions of intentionally biting down (hard) on the metal (like I never did with the plastic) and shattering a tooth. That's not a very nice thought. I'll have to change it out.

Although I must say. There is something incredibly sexy about a person (okay the man I saw) who had a simple metal stud in his tongue. He wasn't playing with it. He wasn't trying to draw attention to it. It spoke for itself. And it was way hot. I want to be hot in that way, too. Except I'm so not. Usually.

I remain sick. In fact I can't believe how sick I still was yesterday. Not that I'm suddenly little miss health or anything... but I'm markedly better. And just because I said that I'm sure to backslide. I have that great hacking cough and a nice runny nose (with sinus pain). So fuckin' sexy. I still kind of want to die to make the sick end. But I'll work on making it through the day.....