NaBloPoMo #FAIL

So, here's a thing about me... I rarely wear earrings. I wear them so infrequently that my holes in my ears will actually close, and I have to jab them mercilessly with the post to force them through my abnormally thick earlobes and then leave them in place for a month so they heal.

The thing I hate the most about earrings is being jabbed by the pokey end of the earring post. Well, that and I don't have any common sense when it comes to accessories. I've always been a "more is more" kind of gal, and I still regularly earn my longtime nickname of "Razzle Dazzle Jenny." So either I'm dripping in completely overdone jewelry, or I've got nothing. I'm envious of women who can tastefully pull together an outfit with just the right accents. Alas, I was seriously born without that gene.

Anyway, I was tidying up my bedside bookshelf, and found a pair of silver hoop earrings that I haven't worn in forever. I marched into the bathroom, re-pierced my ears with a loud YEOWCH and have been wearing them ever since. Hoops are not generally very pokey, and I used to wear simple hoops all the time. (See: inability to accessories, above.)

For some reason, the last few days, every single time I look in the mirror, I am seized by the urge to speak like a pirate. It is really unnerving. Aaargh!