Yesterday I got out of work and figured it'd just be another normal day - but after I got the bf at work and we picked up tickets for Live X (huge 7 band concert going on in Charleston in 2 weeks), I decided I wanted a new piercing. He asked what I wanted, but I wasnt sure exactly, I had a list at the house of future ones after I got the last one done (tragus). I told him we should just go to the piercing place and decide there, but he had help me decide. We drove over, the girl who had done my last one wasnt there (she was diagnosed with cancer in april, is coming back to work today and doing much better), so I talked with the other girl who worked there. My bf and I debated for about 5 minutes, it was between conch, nipples, or rook piercing. He asked if I was up for needles shoved in my boobs, I said sure. So I signed the papers yadda ya. First one barely hurt. 2nd one, holy shit. That had to be the first piercing I "flinched" on. They throbbed for awhile afterwards, but were fine in about 2 hours. Went and saw a movie and I totally forgot about them. They were piercings #8 & 9. (i also have 4 in my ears, tongue, tragus and navel). We're both happy with them He cant wait until the healing time is over and he can go back to giving them attention haha. Part of me still cant believe I finally went through with it, since its been about 2 years since the last time I was all gung-ho about doing it. I think they'll be fun hehe. My friends think I'm crazy.