I want to build more things than I do, write more than I do and play music more than I do. All opinions here are my own, unless they are correct, in which case they're likely stolen.
If you want to, you can e-mail me: jamie at jamietie.com
If you want to, you can e-mail me: jamie at jamietie.com
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I’ve successfully repressed the urge for years, but fuck that noise.
Something’s getting pierced.
Hell, yeah! It’s seriously cathartic.
It seems like every now and then I just HAVE to either have a hole poked in my or be jabbed with needles for hours. What does that say about my upbringing?
