Oh Boy.

facebook rant
(I meant “those words” by the way.)

I got a little riled up at work back in March. [This is one of those posts that’s been sitting in my drafts forever, by the way.]

A little.

The conversation that resulted in the above Facebook post stemmed from a discussion about the tattoo I have on my left wrist. It says VOTE, and I got it the day before I turned 21. I’ve since decided it’s not finished, and want to add ‘1920’ in a pretty script behind it. [If you need to ask why, I’m going to just hang my head & weep, okay? Okay.]

And then I forgot what else I was going to write. This is a kind of pointless post. Sorry.