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i bought this new shirt at old navy last week on sale for $6.99, i think it hung on a hanger too long because the shoulders are jutting out and i can't tell if it makes me look evil or space-agey.

i wanted to make this a surprise, but i've decided to get a tattoo, and i was going to do it today. all day i sat in my cube preparing myself for the needle, i was extremely nervous. my stomach was in knots. melinda came with me, when we arrived i found they are only accepting people by appointment, and i'm going to have to wait until next wednesday. when i told the guy what i wanted, he looked alarmed and told me that was a "job stopper" being not familiar with the term, i didn't know what he meant. it turns out (according to him) tattoos on hands make it hard to get a job. i told him "oh, i'm a graphic designer". i love how that excuse is applicable in SO many scenarios. over the course of the evening, i talked about some of my fears about getting a tattoo, and my stomach is at peace. so, let me re-state: no tattoo right now, but next wednesday.

i've noticed lately that i feel a need to tell people personal information. and i've been fighting that, wanting to be private. i thought to myself "what has happened to the secretive lesley, who as a teenager couldn't even tell her best friend who she had a crush on?!?!" but after trying to keep the tattoo a secret and the way even THAT ate me up inside, i realized i've thrown caution to the wind knowing that keeping secrets creates unnecessary anxiety in my life.

i can't help but wonder if i developed feelings for him as a result of irony. what made irony so spiteful anyway??

the missus is coming by and we're going to eat some strawberry and rhubarb pie. there's nothing like good company and dessert to make a person forget their woes. that or housework.

money's only paper,
only ink.