What a terrible time to quit smoking. The stress of the end of the semester (srsly, who thinks it’s a good idea to assign papers and projects on the last day of a class), as well as all the nonsense that has occurred this semester, combined with me not smoking, has led to me having [...]

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Middle class families will see their taxes cut — and no family making less than $250,000 will see their taxes increase. –President Obama O rly? In case you haven’t been following the word on the street with regard to cigarette taxes, you might not know that the federal government decided to jack up cigarette taxes [...]

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So, I wonder if Kellogg’s still thinks that potheads will bring their brand’s good name down?

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I have not had a cigarette since about 1-ish am on April 25th. I have wanted to kill someone since about 9 am on April 25th. I’m pretty angry and bitter about this, but I guess it’s passing. I feel weird and lightheaded, and the god awful heat isn’t helping me not be in an [...]

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Today, I am 30 years old. 30. The big 3-0. The age when – if Hollywood romantic comedies are any indication – you’re supposed to start settling down. (Although, as a woman, I think I’m the one who’s already supposed to be settled down, while my man-child boyfriend/fiance/husband is supposed to be the one with [...]

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During the Fall semester of 2007, I met this major pain in the ass, hereby known as Libertarian —-. Libertarian —- worked my last fucking nerve, but I thought he was attractive enough to try working my magic on. Due to a lot of life circumstances and bad timing, nothing ever happened, but we spent [...]

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And for a bonus, Liz Phair’s Polyester Bride: Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. It’s, like, the home stretch now. I had a small meltdown about ten minutes ago about being 30, but I think I’m okay. Whatever bitches. Despite my entering into my 30s, my boyfriend is 24, so suck it.

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Dubya Tee Eff. I know I posted this shizz earlier tonight, but apparently WordPress hates me and doesn’t want me to be happy. Bastards.

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Now, doesn’t it feel good to be all caught up?

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Don’t hate.

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