Welcome Back, Snotter!

Hey na, hey na, my nose ring's back! It was a b-day present from Marc. Those two years I lived without it in Japan are just bad naked-nosed memories now. I got poked in the same exact spot I had it before so it's like it never left!

Hmm, my co-workers seem ambivalent about my new face adornment. I got the official "OK" from my boss before getting it done, of course. But unlike getting a new haircut or losing 10 lbs, no one is doing a double-take at me and going "Hey, nice nose stud!" In fact they are regarding it much the same as they might regard a shiny blue booger: trying not to stare, smiling politely, betraying their own disgust. What gives? Nose rings are cool. But I forgot my workplace is not.

I don't care, I feel cool! Especially in this town of self-proclaimed weirdos, facial piercings carry a certain cache. Maybe I'll finally get some respeto on the streets. Meanwhile I've been sneezing all day and it totally hurts.