like a sharp stick

nothing sucks worse than spending money on crap.

especially crap you didn't expect.

surprise crap.

today i went in for a follow up eye exam. in and out in less than 5 minutes (that's what she said) and the copay was SIXTY dollars. i hated surprise crap far before the lockdown, but now, it sucks exponentially worse. i felt like crying. i didn't, but i felt like it. i just kept picturing this dress i loved at urban.
 and this is what i wanted to do. right there in the doc's office. dramatic?
let it out.
xoxo ashleycolean

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