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A non smoker on the NJ smoking ban
I am a nonsmoker with an allergy to cigarette smoke. Do you know what I think about the smoking ban? I think it's complete garbage. I am, so unbelievably sick of other whiny and insufferable nonsmokers. I GET IT. I UNDERSTAND YOUR ARGUMENT. So, understand mine ( Read more... ) -
Fear and Loathing in New Jersey
Here an explanation for the events of this morning and afternoon ( Read more... ) -
Academy Awards
I am, so entirely sick to my stomach from hearing that Oscars for 2005 are going to be 'lackluster'. Just because the nominated films do not appeal to the Big Mommas House 2 crowd, does not mean they aren't watch-worthy. In my opinion, and it should be considered fact, 2005 was the absolute best year for film in recent years. All the films ( Read more... ) -
My Horoscope for today
Leo
(July 23-Aug. 22)
Being gracious can work minor miracles, especially when it comes to a situation that you thought was permanently in a stalemate. Remember your manners and always act with sincere kindness toward others. -
Ramblings
I'm so anxious. I'm so sick of being judged. Maybe I'm not being judged, but I sure as hell feel as if I am being judged. Mike's correct in saying I'm not the same person I was in High School. I wish others would see that, too. Today was a very hard day for me. Everything seemed off ( Read more... ) -
Ugh
I don't want to go to Rutgers in the fall. -
I have had this journal for 4 years.
It is absolutely insane to read all my journal entries from 4 years ago to now. I miss the past, even if it seems somewhat recent. I've also been on MySpace a lot, which I think I only like because it has connected me with old friends. I miss Live Journal. I miss Terra on Live Journal. I'm going to be on Live Journal a lot more often than I have -
Fuck the fuck
I'm done, man. How many times have I said that? I'm done being this weak, angry, sad fucking dwarf ( Read more... ) -
It's really late and I'm cracking up.
He stumbles into the bedroom, throws off his belt and without any effort, down goes his pants. The smell of sweat and alcohol exist only because he does. He falls halfway onto the bed, one leg dangling off the edge. His mother knew he was home and also knew what he had been up to. She always did.
