I love you. I love all of your querks and weirdness. I love that I can have a million piercings and have bright colored hair and nobody bats an eye or thinks twice. It wasn't until I decided to accept a job in a nearby city that made me realize how much I love you. If a job is going to hire you when you apply with bright pink hair and piercings you'd think they'd mention company policy before offering you a job. But no this poor excuse for a company doesn't mention it until the day I start. Luckily I'll be back in Portland soon in a place that allows me to express myself. No amount of money is worth being miserable in a job that makes you afraid to be yourself.
Keep Portland Weird.
I thought this was why I moved to Portland...
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