“There’s a freight train coming to force your head in check. Our love is never coming back.”” –The Juliana Theory-
I’m really ready to punch myself in the face right now. It’s hard to find 20 seconds to take a deep breath these days.
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Sometimes I’m dumbfounded at the amount of ridiculously stupid people that exist within these city limits. I can’t imagine how so many morons can coexist in a single city without the whole place falling to pieces. Every day I’m amazed by the patrons at the Nat.
This weekend was a slow one. Friday was a good time, drinking & rollicking with some Stater friends & being denied waffles at Rosie’s at 4 a.m. Saturday I saw “Idlewild” with Kevin & promptly had a hysteria-induced panic attack of some sort, where I spent what seemed like a million years hyperventilating on the theatre floor as some stranger instructed me to count backwards from 100.
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And today I head back to Kent for another stress-filled week, albeit a shorter one than normal. I have 3 features stories waiting to be written: one on a liquid crystal-based couture fashion line based out of Kent, another on the revamped Robin Hood, and still another on a student who was kicked out of the Air Force for being a lesbian. They all sound interesting, but they’re already eating away at my level of sanity, which was precariously low to start with.
On the upside, I saw Peebles (even if for the briefest of encounters), so my life is now complete.

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