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I got a tattoo in Missoula.

It says Sapere Aude, it’s latin and means dare to know, or have the courage to use your own reason.

I love it. Even though it looks a bit mangy, with bits of skin falling off at the moment. I am assured that this will […]

and I can cry if I want to.

Today, I am 26.
I’m not actually upset about this. It’s just that fake prison tear tattoos are just the sort of thing that amuse me. And in my head, it’s completely and logically connected to it being my birthday.

In no specific order, here are the first installment of the things I’d like to do while amongst the living.
1.) Go to Iceland.
2.) See the Northern Lights.
3.) Have another baby.
4.) Become a confident swimmer.
5.) Spend an entire weekend in bed with Patrick.
6.) Go sailing.
7.) Live in Alaska for awhile.
8.) Have a proper bar […]

Good: Left the house immediately after Duncan got on the school bus. Would get it all over with quickly.
Bad: The specialists were extremely busy. Would be a very long wait.
Good: Called the ER, basically no wait, the lady says. On my way! I say.
Bad: ER? Never really a good […]

I just went to an urgent care clinic because my left eye has been hurting like fuck all weekend. It’s been really teary, red, felt like I had something in it. When it wasn’t better this morning I decided I should go in. I was a bit worried, but really, not that […]

Today is de-lurking day. So, if you read, but you haven’t ever, or don’t usually, say anything in response… this day is YOUR day. It’s a holiday just for you!
Now to the game results:
Bella, you guessed number one. But I did hear lickety-split as an adjective. […]

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