Since she’s turned eighteen, she’s run out and gotten all these piercings, and a tattoo, with plans for more… I think she rushed into some of these, and I wasn’t entirely wrong; she got a Monroe [small stud through the skin above the lip and below the nose, offset a little, which supposedly emulates Marilyn Monroe's beauty mark] and hastily got rid of it, deciding it was, “stupid.”

She hops online yesterday and bombards me with excited messages that she underwent the needle again. “I got my bellybutton pierced,” she expostulates. I commented that I was surprised she didn’t have it done prior.
“Oh, but it isn’t normal,” she confides.”
“What’s different, then?”
“It isn’t just one.”
“…what?”
“Yeah, I got it pierced four times.”
“Did they mess up or something?”
“No, I got a hole in the top, bottom, and in each side.”
“…that’s bizarre, I’ve never seen that.”
“Me either, that’s why I got it done!”

So Rach then sends me a picture, thusly:

In the top is a normal, navel-style jewelled, likely surgical steel, curved barbell [14g] and in the bottom and sides are just plain surgical steel curved–albeit shorter–barbells, also 14 gauge.

…WTFZOMG I LOVE IT.

My mom saw and she’s pretty grossed out by it [I said I'd like to have that done...xD] and phixious doesn’t like it; aw.
Regardless, I’m considering it, just for the hell of it. After all, I enjoyed–oddly–getting my first one done, so hey, why not? Fortunately I’d only have to get three of the four at once and..yeah. However, cleaning it would likely be a bitch, and I’d be intensely terrified of them snagging on each other..