Back from the DVM (or, i'm sorry, they broke up the DVM in July-Department of Reveune even got a piece-so now it's DDS) with a renew license and a new picture, and fresh from a lovely 1 and a half hour nap. I no longer look like some refugee from the camp of bad eyeshadow (the fuck was I thinking?).

It feels more mine now. The address is my current one, and I showed up to the place dressed the way I thought was comforatable, sans covering my "FUCK" belt with my jacket as I learned that clothing with cussing on it wasn't allowed in South Dekalb Mall. A lovely change from going to Lower East Podunk, GA dressed like I'm going to a job interview on my Grandma's insistence.

A nice way to end my minivacy, time to grind it out tommorrow!