I've gotten more tattoo work done. It's all wonderful and fresh, unlike my mood this December. My hair is highlighted and bobbed. I couldn't be happier. I did it about a month ago. I heart it. I had all my acrylic nails removed about a month ago too. Tired of that shit. I listen to the new Gwen album all the time. I work and school all the time. I'm learning a ton. I'm opening my eyes to possibilitis I never thought I would entertain.
The woman stood in front of me. Kittens and puppies in various states of sleep and play patterned on her nurses' scrubs. I thought back to when you were in the hospital. How painful it was watching the curve of your skull jut out awkwardly. How this set of scrube - this demented outfit of pseudo-happiness was more depressing than your tiny body in the machine that was scanning your brain images. I fucking hate the post office this time of year.
The woman stood in front of me. Kittens and puppies in various states of sleep and play patterned on her nurses' scrubs. I thought back to when you were in the hospital. How painful it was watching the curve of your skull jut out awkwardly. How this set of scrube - this demented outfit of pseudo-happiness was more depressing than your tiny body in the machine that was scanning your brain images. I fucking hate the post office this time of year.
fatality:
Thanks so much!
