In between going out every five days and worrying about my
parents getting old after I heard some distressing news from friends, I got a
tattoo. It’s one thing off my bucket list, possibly the hardest after ‘kiss a
stranger’, and I still wake up every morning checking to make sure it’s still
there.
It’s my birthday gift to myself, because I haven’t forgotten
that I’m turning 26 in five days.
In other news, I’m officially in the marriage
market and work is about to get super stressful. Ah, birthday week.
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