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And I don't really want to talk about it. Shitty things happen to good people, and life just really isn't fair. That's all I pretty much have to say on the matter.

In other news, I got the tattoo that I had wanted. It will be the last tattoo that I will ever be getting, I've decided (aside from retouching the old ones here and there.) Check out the photo below. It's the name of one of my favorite poems of all time, by my favorite poet of all time, Robert Frost.



The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,


And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Song of the day: "A Lack Of Color" Death Cab For Cutie