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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.