So the original reason I designed a print based on the Philadelphia City Hall was for it to become a tattoo. In December, as a birthday present to myself (I know me so well), I finally got it tattooed!

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I'll just leave this here

I started watching Lost a week ago. I'm on season four. Need I say more? No sleep until I understand what the hell is happening in that wacky place. And from what I've heard, you never really find out, so goodbye sleep, I will miss thee.

Happy Tuesday!

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Working on That Type Train...

Okay, so my puns are still terrible, whatever don't judge, you know you sang it in your head.

Moving on, I've been working really hard -- and by really hard I mean sometimes I stay at my office after work to be crafty. I bet I'm the only person you know who keeps glitter in their desk-- ANYWAY, working really hard on handwritten type. Apparently, my hand shakes a lot more than it used to in highschool and college (yay coffee!) so I've had a lot of shakiness to grow accustomed to. 

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Labor Day Weekend Playlist

Hello internet friends! I don't know about ya'll, but I sit all day at my desk jamming out to the radio (currently siriusxm @altnation), and I mean jamming. Also I work, occasionally.

BUT LUCKILY, this weekend is a three day holiday! So, because I am such a good friend (she doesn't even go here!), I bequeath upon you Erin's Labor Day Playlist (yes, that's the best title I could come up with. I can't be witty all the time, guys.) 

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Pity Party of One

Have you ever worked so hard for something and then come to the end to realize that it's not over? All through school, no one informed me that this was how it was going to end. Or continue, as it turns out.

It's always been, just finish kindergarten! Learn to tie your shoes and first grade shall be yours! Finish fifth grade, middle school is fun! (not if you're me and decide to cut off all your hair, then you're just mistaken for an unfortunate boy) Just finish eighth grade, high school is waiting! Now, monkey, graduate from high school! You'll love college. I did, don't get me wrong. But I'm only twenty-two, so what the hell do I know? I feel like I've been working towards this my whole life, and now that I'm "done", I don't know what to do with myself. Get a job, yes. But what do real people do in the evenings? It can't just be all about Netflix.

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