I've been home in Jersey since Monday, and even though this is supposed to be "home," I feel lost in my own skin. I offered to stay the week now that my gram is out of the hospital. It's nice being able to help my family out, considering all they have done (and continue to do) for me. But simply put, I hate it here. I'm sure a lot of those feelings
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As if you didn't already know drugs are bad for you, this weekend proves as just another tragic reminder. Noah's best friend passed away from a heroin overdose this past Saturday in Las Vegas. He was an amazing artist and friend, and I know he will be missed by many.
Watching The History Channel in the most comfortable fleece pants ever, with a swarm of animals on the couch with me and a case of lager all to myself = a perfect evening
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Does anyone want a cat? Her name is Jasmine and she's real sweet, she's just kind of an attention whore. So with four other animals in the house, she gets jealous. And pees on our stuff. She is much happier in a smaller household.
I'd forgotten how bizarre it is, pitch darkness at 5:30pm. I really wanted to take Zoe on a walk, because today was such perfect autumn dog-walking weather. But now the sky is blackblackblack and even though Zoe is part wolf she is the kind of dog who would give a rapist sloppy kisses just before he attacked me. So I think I will stay indoors
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