I've got it. A goal. Tattoo, I've been talking about it for over a year and I think it's time to actually do something about it. If an ex-convict can construct a machine and tattoo without ANY previous artistic talents or abilities then I sure as hell should be able to do the real thing. I'm pretty excited about the idea of it.
I feel like since Harper told me about her little secret that we've been growing apart. Everything has become more infrequent. The text messages, the calling, the hanging out...it's getting farther and farther apart. I can feel her pulling away. I wouldn't have noticed except that I've been at home much more these days. Maybe it's just me, it has been awfully cold out, and rainy, and she has school, and Luci, and her mom. She's terribly disappointed about not being pregnant. I'm worried about her. I wish things were easier. And I hope for my sake she isn't talking to Mr. Dick. The thought makes me want to crawl inside a log and cut myself.
One thing that has been making me exceptionally happy is that i've been swimming. My old boss Chip put me on his family membership at the Y so that the "newbies" wouldn't question my being there when I came in while no one i know is working. I'm going in tomorrow again. Mmmm chlorine...its delightful. I also took Amy running tonight.
I want someone to share my secrets with.
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