|18 December 2002
I was going to get out of my car yesterday. I'd parked on a one-way street, with the driver's side next to the curb. I opened the door and it hit the curb, giving me only a few inches to wiggle out of.
"Good thing I'm slim and willowy," I said to myself as I wormed my way out of the car.
But I misjudged! I had an inch or two less than I thought to work with, and I ended up scraping my newly-pierced nipple across the top of my window, hard. I thought for a second there that I'd actually scraped it off my body.
I howled. But it was really windy yesterday, you know? No one heard me screaming, the pain subsided after a moment - and when I determined that everything was still attached - and I went on my way.