Hello World!

Welcome to the life and chronicles of My Jersey Boys and me, B (the only girl who hangs out with them). Our original mission was to prove that not all of Jersey is obsessed with GTL. Now it's kind of become the place where we share our random thoughts, ridiculous stories, regular quote updates, and maybe a picture or video here and there. There's always something going on...

Love from,
The one and only,


Chia Pets for Dinner?

Posted by D on 10:12 PM
Eat your chia pet?

Move over, flax and hemp. The latest super seed to sprout on store shelves is ch-ch-ch-chia, a cousin of the seeds (Salvia columbariae) you once used to grow a crop of green hair atop your clay “pet.” The chia seed now sold as a nutty topping for yogurts and salads and used in cereals, energy bars, even pastas, is a different variety called Salvia hispanica. This type of chia reportedly packs more alpha-linoleic acid, an omega-3 fat, than flaxseeds, and also provides fiber, antioxidants and even some calcium and iron. A member of the mint family that is abundant in Mexico and South America, chia was highly prized by the Aztecs, who believed it provided supernatural powers. Today, it’s being touted for having cardiovascular benefits, reducing blood sugar levels and perhaps even squelching hunger pangs.

Pros: In a 2007 Diabetes Care study of 20 people with type 2 diabetes, those who added about 4 tablespoons of Salba—a specific Salvia hispanica strain that’s been cultivated for its nutritional consistency—to their diets for 12 weeks saw improvements in blood pressure and reduced inflammation, a recognized risk for heart disease. In April, the study’s authors (scientists from the University of Toronto) reported at an annual Experimental Biology meeting that healthy people who ate a slice of white bread containing as little as three-quarters of a tablespoon of Salba saw a drop in blood sugar levels and reported feeling fuller than after they ate plain white bread.

Cons: Chia seeds can vary widely in their nutritional makeup, and Salba is the only cultivar for which clinical trials suggest health benefits. (Even for Salba, the published peer-reviewed science currently is limited to one small preliminary study.) Although high in fiber, chia seeds are also high in calories (about 37 calories and 3 grams fiber per tablespoon).

Bottom line: “The average American already gets a good amount of omega-3 fatty acids from the two major vegetable oils used in the U.S., soybean and canola oils,” says Alice Lichtenstein, D.Sc., director of the Cardiovascular Nutrition Laboratory at Tufts University and an EatingWell Nutrition Advisory Board member. “There are no data to indicate supplemental vegetable sources of omega-3 fatty acids will provide additional health benefits.” That said, eating chia seeds (the kind sold as food!) won’t harm you. So if it’s nutty crunch you crave, try them. But don’t expect your hair to grow any faster.

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Jew Superlatives

Posted by D on 8:03 PM
Jews are good at a lot of things. We are also bad a lot of things. The weird thing is that we get made fun of for both. I thought I'd take some time to list the greatest Jews (in everything).
The Richest

The Poorest

The Most Athletic

2nd Most Athletic

The Least Athletic

The Hungriest

Best Human Dr.

Best Alien Dr.

Fattest Jew

Best Mom

She's actually Jewish.

Worst Mom

Best Jewish Pickle

Most Tormented Jew

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Caribbean Life

Posted by T on 5:14 PM
Hello why yes i'm not dead, but if you had been with me in the last couple of days you would see how almost dead i look. I have had many interesting experiences with stealing fruit from people's fruit trees. Getting chased by dogs. Almost swallowed by the waves and met quite the bunch of people from my house. We all don't know anyone's names too well so we each call each other by our state or other nicknames. I'm apparently New Jersey. With me is Alabama, Indiana, Maryland, Cali, Toronto, and Starfish. Its kinda like zombieland but less exciting cause of the mosquitos sucking the life force out of you.
Someone write to me about the USA and tell me whats going on
stay smexy

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Update: Number Drei

Posted by The one and only "B"... on 9:59 PM
Hello world...

Well, my family is still without power, and it's getting a little old. Mainly because my grandparents are old, and their lack of accessabilty to fox news and EWTN has them a little cranky. Lucky me... TK's family has power again though. Which was good news for us, because that meant we could continue The Office marathon that we were having. I have a box set of seasons one through four, and TK is just getting into the show. Plus, it gave me some time to charge my phone, and change the flashback picture of the month to one of A after he wet himself... I don't think he checks the blog much, or else he'd probably yell at me more for always making fun of him... He usually deserves it.

There were a lot of funny stories from today that I was going to share, but I can't seem to remember them *chuckles*. The only thing that really comes to mind is D giving me a hard time because I'm relentless... I was trying to get him to write something for the blog, which he did. I'm pretty sure there was some discussion about how was I able to get him to post multiple times a day. Which the answer to that should be obvious... Mind control.

Oh! And C got scolded by his family for being rude to me on the phone. Which he apologized for, and plus I won an argument with him by repeatedly texting him "blah blah blah" over and over again until he gave in... Like D said, I am relentless... I'm also a tad bit ridiculous.

Apparently J has been on quite the adventure today as well. He went to D.C. for a "mancation" (his words, not mine), right before the hurricane. Which eventually led to his being "trapped" there. He mentioned the various ways of transportation that he had to use to get back, and I would share them, but it was lengthy and slightly confusing. Hopefully he made it home safe though. I'm not actually sure if he did... He probably did. *laughs*

Well, I really don't have anything else to share. I will say this though, I want my power back! And I want it back now!.... My grandparents are insistent that I be home before dark because of this damn power outage... I seriously need to find myself an apartment.

Love from,
I can't believe I'm 22 and have a curfew...

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Math Camp Day 1

Posted by D on 3:51 PM
I have now been in Chicago for almost 5 days, and I am finally starting to kinda enjoy being here. Things have been weird, but I've been told I should be optimistic that things will continue to get better. Today was my first day of Math Camp. Since nearly everybody in my new class of 150 students is over 25 years old, Math Camp is supposed to be a math refresher course for people who have been away from math for awhile. The camp is a refresher on algebra and basic calculus, so I'm not too worried about the work. I am thrilled to say this was one of the easiest math classes I have ever had. If every class is like this, grad school is gonna be a breeze (unlikely).

On a separate note, I'm one of the youngest people in the program, which I'm sure will be really weird as I become friends with these people.

After 1 day of camp, I have a feeling I will have daily material to share with you guys. So here goes:

The Professor

He said that he wasn't technically a professor, and he sure didn't act like any math teacher I've ever head. He wore a bright turquoise Hawaiian shirt, khaki shorts, and low top Converses. He seemed aware that he was teaching us math that we all learned in 8th grade. There was mutual amusement that we spent 45 min going over what numbers are, the definitions of subtraction and division, how variables are different than numbers, etc.

Brilliant Math Note of the Day

3 = 3.000000000000000000000... (He actually wrote that on the board)


They provided us with lunch for what I'm sure was the first and last time. While we were eating pizza, they passed microphones around the room as all 150 of us gave a few sentence bio on who were. Since everybody else is older than me, they all had significant work experience, and some people had really impressive stories. My class mostly consists of Midwesterns and international students from Mexico/Central America and Asia. Each of the Chinese students first gave us their hard to understand Chinese names and their handpicked english names. Some of them picked really strange ones, like Fancy, Kiki, and Mo. I'll admit that I had a hard time understanding them, so I may have misheard.

When it was my turn to speak, I didn't know what to say. Since I graduated in May, I didn't have much of a story to share. Everybody started out by saying where they were from, where they went to School, and where they had worked. While I was waiting for my turn, I debated whether I wanted to go the safe route. I could just give the limited story I have, or I could make a joke and hope it stuck. Obviously, I went with the joke. I said I was from NJ, graduated from Duke in May, and before that... I was in high school. The high school comment got an enormous room wide laugh and round of applause (I was pretty happy with myself). I was sure that I was going to end up with the biggest laugh out of all 150 speakers. Unfortunately, near the end, an International Student spoke loud and aggressively and said something legitimately hysterical. It was hard to understand him when he said it, so unfortunately I can't remember what he said at all. So rather than having the funniest comment, I merely had the funniest one among the white people in the room. I can't say that very often, so I'll be thrilled if that ends up on my tomb stone one day.

Brilliant Math Note #2

Infinities come in different sizes. Although I knew this already, I'm always amused that some infinities are bigger than others. Just something interesting to think about.


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Update: Number Dos!!!

Posted by The one and only "B"... on 10:05 PM
Hello world...

Well, I am writing you another update on what the fuck is going on here.

Apparently being "in a state of emergency" means nothing to my boss. So I went to work today. As sarcastic as my previous comment sounds, I am actually amused and relieved by this fact. When I woke up this morning, my whole family was pretty crabby. So I figured I would brave the tree covered roads, streetlights that didn't work, and people who don't know how to effing drive, to make it to work. We would be one of the few places that had power... My boss doesn't stay closed for anything. Lucky for me, we were busy, and I was able to charge my phone, and bring home cooked food.

My family has been without power for some 17 plus hour. It SUCKS! TK has been without power for over a day. As for C, his power is out and he apparently went to a friends house, got drunk, stupid, and played beer bong with Scud's wife! I don't care about the other stuff, but SCUD'S WIFE?!?!?! AND HE DOESN'T TAKE A FREANING PICTURE! He is grounded! GROUNDED I SAY!!!.... All this yelling.... It reminds me of T, who's already in the Caribbean, and has taken almost two hundred pictures already. Somehow, I am not surprised. I actually expected a more ridiculous number like 500.

Also! I would like to give the most awesomest best friend award to Hart! My bestie in the Midwest... I considered writing Midwest as something all cutsie, so it would rhyme...but I couldn't bring myself to do it. Most awesomest is enough. *laughs* she's paying omage to my plight by moping alone, in the dark, in her basement... I dont think she actually did it for that long, but the effort is appreciated!

Love from,
Beyonce ain't the young B, Jay-Z. That would be me, the one and only...

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Posted by The one and only "B"... on 11:18 AM
Hello world...

So... The hurricane... Didn't do anything. I'm happy to say everyone, especially the weather channel, exaggerated about how bad it was going to be. Although we are having major power outages, it's really not that bad... And this whole incident was a waste of backpack preparation time. *sigh* now I have to put everything back... Damn it.

Love from,
Irene... You're so lame...

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Into the hurricane...

Posted by The one and only "B"... on 12:09 AM
Hello world...

I've never been a fan of natural disasters. Maybe it's because I've watched one too many disaster movies. Maybe it's because my unaccompanied minor guide lost me in the Denver international airport when I was little, during a tornado... And by lost, I mean the guy panicked and left me to fend for myself. I did well for myself, by the way. Luckily I learned how to read by age two, and with having a single working mom, I had learned to fend for myself. So I read the signs to find the nearest tornado shelter, and alerted the first airport worker I saw that I had been abandoned... My family also tended to lose me a lot, so I knew what to do in those situations.

Whatever the reasons may be, I hate natural disasters... Almost as much as I hate spiders (eight legs and unnatural). I mean, I really hate natural disasters. I'm the kind of person who likes to be in control of myself and my situations. Anything that disturbs or disrupts that is like public enemy number one to me. While most kids probably day dreamed about what they'd be doing during the weekends. I found myself thinking about what I would do in certain situations. Whatever room I was in, I'd look around and think about what different exits were available, what I could use to defend myself, or what I would need if I was in a dire situation. I guess I'm weird like that, but I am the kind of person you'd want to have around during the zombie apocalypse, or more fittingly, a hurricane.

While some of you may be laughing at me right now, you should know that I'm more than prepared to handle whatever happens. Whether this storm effects us horribly, or passes by without causing much damage, I'm secure in knowing that I am prepared. I bought extra cigarettes and filled my gas tank. I made sure my family has enough batteries to last us a year. I've kept my phone charged all day, collected enough flashlights for fifteen people to use, replaced the batteries in my radio, and stashed four cases of water in my house.

I even have a backpack filled with things I might either need or want, if things take a turn for the worst. It has: an extra change of clothes/sneakers, my favorite book, the comic TK lent me (I'll be damned if anything bad happens to it while it's in my care), my camera's (one of them is expensive), heirloom jewelry that's been past down to me, pictures (mostly from my childhood, high school, and the only surviving picture of my parents while they were together), the stuffed lamb I've had since the day I was born (hey, lamby and I have been through a lot and I owe it to him to keep him safe), and toiletries (toothbrush and stuff). Plus I have my two guitars sitting by it, obviously because they can't fit into my backpack.

All of this will probably be unnecessary. At least that's what I'm hoping. If not, well then at least I'm ready. I've been doing the whole backpack bit for years, since I lived in tornado alley for most of my life. Packing it calms me down, because I'm really freaking weird like that. I'm aware of my own crazy antics, and I'm sure the guys will make fun of me for it later. For right now though, I feel a little better.

I'm not so much worried about myself as I am for my family and friends. I tend to worry a lot...

Love from,
Just remember, it's usually us crazy, over-zealous people who survive...

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Posted by cmoney on 12:53 AM
While watching NFL Live I saw Aaron Rodgers and after hearing how amazing his last game was all I could think was dam, that is an awesome mustache. I think every guy wishes they could grow an awesome mustache they can be proud of, one they can twirl with their fingers and look down on the poor men who cannot grow a mustache. The fact is it’s not our decision whether or not we should grow a stache, it’s Gods. With that said here are a few people meant to have a mustache and a few who aren't.

Are meant to have mustaches:

Aaron Rodgers
Hulk Hogan
Rollie Fingers
Andy Samberg (Even though its fake)
Burt Reynolds
Danny Trejo
Are not meant to have mustahces:
Adam Morrison
Larry Bird
Adolf Hitler
Michael Jordan

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Coke vs. Pepsi

Posted by StuckintheSeventies423 on 4:27 PM
I can't tell you how many restaurants or movie theaters I've been to where I'll order a Coke and the waitress (or waiter) asks me if Pepsi is ok. I don't know about the rest of you, but I've always preferred Coke over Pepsi. The taste of Pepsi just kind of makes me sick after a while. Coca-Cola is the real deal. Apparently, the Dark Lord of the Sith doesn't like Pepsi all that much either. Especially when you're slurping it LOUDLY through a straw when he's trying to look menacing from the bridge of a Star Destroyer. Good job, kid!

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Posted by The one and only "B"... on 4:31 PM
Hello world!

I just realized that today is the one year anniversary for our twitter account! It's crazy to think that one year ago today, I finally broke down and decided to start posting the ridiculous things my friends were saying on twitter.

Look how far we've come!

Love from,
This past year has been awesome,

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The curse of being a girl...

Posted by The one and only "B"... on 12:32 PM
Hello world...

Today I am feeling a little melancholy. Maybe it's the cloud covered sky, or the fact that I'm really tired. Maybe it's because I'm annoyed that I just had to use my money for coffee on gas, and therefor my lack of caffeine has set off some kind of imbalance within me. I'm not quite sure, but I've decided to turn this bleh mood into something constructive.

So welcome world, to my explanation that is the curse of all girls! (I actually have the boys to thank for this blog post idea. Mainly from the other night when R was joking about how girls are lucky cause we get to experience the wonders of childbearing. I think he might change his opinion after reading some of this...)

Which brings me now to the curse of all things that have to do with babies...

Little girls have been trained since birth to take care of babies. Back then, we thought it was cute. Carrying our little baby dolls around, pretending to feed them or change them. Only back then, it didn't really matter if you held your baby by the arm, and accidentally smacked it into door frames or walls. Unless you got one of those dolls that was supposed to be life like, and would cry at any given moment. Then you learned real quick that your fake baby did not appreciate it. They did, on the other hand, enjoy being thrown into the air. Which why they'd love being thrown ten feet into the air is beyond you, but hey! The damn thing stopped crying. Unless you threw it too hard, and didn't give yourself enough time to catch it. You also learned real quick that the baby had an off switch, and that if you didn't turn it off at night, you'd wake up to the sound of your stupid baby doll crying at one in the morning. Throwing pillows at it to make it stop would never work, so you'd have to get up out of bed to turn the damn thing off.

Back then, you still probably thought that storks brought babies, or you actually knew where they came from, and thought the baby magically came out when it was ready. No one warned you! They just brainwashed you into believing that babies were awesome! Then you hit 5th grade, and they decide to split the guys and girls up into separate rooms where you get to watch a movie about what we will soon be introduced to in your preteen years. Which none of you are mature enough to watch, and you spend most of it laughing. Mainly at the guys expense...

Although some of the girls in your class seem to have already hit puberty in the third grade, you're apparently a late bloomer and have no idea what's in store for you. Sure, eventually you'll get boobs, and that seems awesome, but no one tells you about what a bitch mother nature is to you once a month, and that you should avoid wearing white pants. Even though the video explains it all to you, no one really prepairs you for the first time you start bleeding and have no freaking idea why. Lucky for you, that won't happen until you're older and slightly more mature enough to deal with that freakin nightmare.

Suddenly though, you're in middle school, and if that didn't suck already, it seems like every girl is in competition with each other to see who's boobs were the biggest, and who got their period first. Some girls even go as far as to lie about it, because they want to fit in. While you might find this incredibly stupid, your friends will probably laugh at you cause you're still in a training bra in 7th grade, and they just moved into a B cup. Don't worry though, you'll get the last laugh eventually when yours end up being bigger than theirs. Unfortunately, that won't be for a few years, or maybe some of your friends will end up being DD's, which is still great for you. They have to deal with the back pain, and you don't. At this point though, none of you know what's really in store for you.

Eventually you start getting closer to going to high school. You start earning money as a baby sitter, and if you're lucky enough to live in Utah, that means you'll be babysitting a multitude of kids for ten, maybe fifteen bucks an hour. You start thinking, how bad can having kids be? This lady has seven of them! Then it's your Junior year and you find yourself enrolled in a mandatory health class. While at first it seems funny to be learning about the reproductive system, because you're entire class enjoys screaming out "PENIS" every time your teacher asks you what a specific organ is. Eventually you get to watch the miracle of life video, where some woman is screaming in pain as blood and shit flies everywhere! Then you find yourself screaming "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!" and swearing that this movie is really some kind of horror film. Lucky for you lunch is next... Yeah, like you'll be eating after seeing that. You'll wish that you had skipped class or stayed home sick. God knows you feel sick now.

Eventually the day will be over, and you'll confront your mother about what you've just seen. If you're stupid, you'll probably ask her about all this after she's had a few glasses of wine, and feeling more open to telling you the story of your birth. Which apparently consisted of four days of labor, and twenty-seven stitches. Fuck. That. Then she'll tell you that that is why she had a c-section for your sister, and god knows you can't blame her for that. You'll spend the rest of the night being jumpy and randomly shuddering with a look of absolute terror on your face.

As if all of this wasn't bad enough already, you learn a few years later what a pap smear is and what it all entails. I won't go into the details of that awesomeness, but I will say that it will leave you in pain and feeling seriously violated. Much like the first time you have sex. Well, maybe not so much the violated part, but it does hurt the first time and it's not that enjoyable. At least that eventually gets better, the pap smears though. They never do.

If you're smart, you'll want to avoid getting preggers for as long as possible, which means you'll probably get on birth control. If you're lucky, you won't be allergic to the normal types of BC. Meaning the pill, which isn't always that reliable because you have to remember to take the damn pill once a day, god help you if you dont. Oh and did I mention the lovely side effects? It makes you gain weight. There's also the IUD option, which has a tendency of either not working or getting lost. Super! If you are allergic to the regular form of BC, and have a mistrust of IUD's, there's always the implanon. Which has to be surgically forced into your arm. Good news is, you don't have your period for three years. You do have a weird two inch rod in your arm though.

Now that I've probably sufficiently scarred a few of you, I am done with my rant. Perhaps R will reconsider his previous statement. Then again, it's probably easy to suggest wanting to have kids when you aren't the one pushing a watermelon out of your vajay-jay.

Love from,
Guys have it so fucking easy. They don't have to worry about womanly problems, and they don't have to look pretty while dealing with it. Fuck you.

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Beef Jerky + Potato Chips = ?

Posted by Big_Cat_Bass on 9:41 AM


It was only a matter of time before some genius finally put one and one together and came up with Cherkees. This is some kind of wild combination of beef jerky and potato chips.
A few questions come to mind:
-How has it taken this long before somebody brought these two delights together?
-Why do "Late Night Cheeseburger Doritos" even exist?*
-Should I buy these now?
-Will my new love for cherkees be able to replace my love for beef jerky?

I may be able to answer that last question...Cherkees will replace good ol' beef jerky in my diet once they become more readily available (Fingers crossed). While I will miss the time spent chewing on "meat gum," I welcome my new Cherkee overlord.


*Late Night Cheeseburger Doritos taste like mustard.

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Posted by D on 7:02 PM

I said goodbye to everybody last night and this afternoon. We all said goodbye to T last night. It's starting to hit me that the summer is over. I'm back in school, away from New Jersey.

The worst part of being away is feeling like your left out, that you are missing things. I missed R's birthday in Atlantic City. In 4 years, I missed a lot. I'm gonna miss even more now.

I'm sitting at the airport, waiting to be picked up. I used to have 2 mindsets: college and home. Right now, I'm in between, and it feels weird.


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The Barrage

Posted by D on 12:25 PM

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Posted by cmoney on 2:15 PM
Hey i just experienced my first earthquake it was AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 i can understand people not liking it when its really strong but we just got the reminiscent of a 5.8 in Virginia. I hope there's aftershocks, im gonna go jump around a lot for a while!!!!!!

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Changes, memories, and on to new adventures...

Posted by The one and only "B"... on 12:56 PM
Hello world...

I haven't written anything for a while now. I've been busy, of course, and ridiculously tired. Which T pointed out with little to no tact, asking me if I was sick because I look like death or something... Thanks for that. Lol. Sleep has been evading me the past couple days... Or weeks? I've kind of lost track. Things here are changing though, and maybe that's the underlying reason for this current funk I have been in. Good news is, C joined the blog. Which I never thought would happen. He's even posted a few things. With everyone doing all the work of posting new thoughts or pictures, I've felt a little guilty for not doing my part. It's not that I havent had things to write about. I guess I just haven't felt like any of these things were worth my immediate attention. Until now, I guess.

Which brings me to the changes that our group is going to be going through. D and T are both leaving for school tomorrow. As you've probably already read, D is heading to Chicago, while T is heading to the caribbean. Honestly, I haven't thought much about their leaving. It was something that I considered to be in the distant future, and something I wouldn't need to think about. Now that it's not something to consider in the distant future, but something that is happening now... I feel terribly sad.

I've never been one to miss people. There's something about having to be separated from one part of your family constantly, and having to fly alone across country beginning at age six, that must turn off that response. I understand the concept, I've read about it in books, seen it on tv and in movies, even witnessed it in life, but I've never personally felt it. At least until I had met the boys.

I know I've said this probably a hundred timed before, but these boys aren't just my best friends. To me, they are the family I wish I had. I would do just about anything for them, and I would do just about everything in my power to protect them.

Anyways, the whole point of this depressing rambling blog post is... I'm gonna miss T and D. It's gonna suck not having them around. Although, I can't say I'll miss T beating me up, or tackling me, or calling me names... Along with all the other physical and verbal abuse I seem to receive from him. I can say that I'll miss the random screaming about god knows what... Like the time he threatened a bear with a saudering iron... And his crazy antics, which really can't be explained. Much like Dwight from The Office, you have to meet him to believe that a character like him actually exsists.

D, on the other hand, is normal and therefor is possibly easier to miss. Mainly because he is usually a voice of reason... And has a filter, much unlike T, who says whatever pops into his mind. I feel like I've become close friends with D this past year. He has encouraged me with the blog, and has listened to me when I've had things on my mind. He has been kind to me, even though I had been cruel to him in the past. He's a much better person than I am, and I'm grateful for the second chance. Im not exactly a fan of the person I used to be, and I'm glad it's in the past now. I'll also miss our intelligent conversations, because D calls me out on the fact that I'm way more intelligent than I tend to let on. I'll miss our conversations.

I realize that it's not like we'll never see them again, but I've grown accustom to having them around every day. I'm a creature of habit, I guess. Change is acceptable, and with these changes, there will be new adventures for us to have.

Love from,
Here's to new adventures, may they be epic...

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An Oldie but a Goodie

Posted by Link on 4:26 PM


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The Summer...

Posted by StuckintheSeventies423 on 9:49 AM

I can’t remember the last time where I went an entire night without sleeping. I’ve been wide awake since yesterday morning (oddly enough, I feel fucking amazing). I normally have trouble falling asleep but this time I just stared up at the ceiling as my mind raced back and forth while daylight slowly began to flood the windows. Somewhere in this clusterfuck of thought, came this…

“The Summer of My Greatest Fears”

This is the summer of my greatest fears

We’ve grown older and further through the years

I’ve felt the change for nothing seems the same

I look around but find no one to blame

Melting before me in the summer’s heat

My hopes and dreams being washed in the street

But I could not stop and I could not try

To get between forces that left me dry

Empty is the heart that I’ve left behind

Nothing left of the soul I wish to find

And I’ve forgotten the meaning of fun

Because the sky above me has no sun

I’ve done a lot of writing for myself over the years so it’s kind of odd for me to post something like this to everyone out there but I guess I just stopped caring about what other people think. Change is inevitable and good things don’t always last forever. I’ve gotten bored of myself and there are plenty of days that go by where I wish I could be someone else. But I’ll get over it because that’s what I always do, with or without help. For I can see light where there has been eternal darkness and I can see salvation at the end of a long road of internal suffering. Until I reach the end, I will continue to walk alone.

Rock in peace…

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The Flood

Posted by D on 1:00 AM

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Posted by cmoney on 9:01 PM
The NY Jets have been my favorite sports team for 22 years (the Yankees being an incredibly close second). For years all my franchise had to hang its helmet on was winning the 1968 superbowl, but things are beginning to change. Rex Ryan has completely turned the franchise around, they have gone from being the leagues whipping post to serious contenders, from laughing stocks to cocky assholes, and I'm loving every minute of it.

For years the Jets would get absolutely zero respect from the media, the city, and the league. The Jets had become known as a team that would draft busts and blow fourth quarter leads. We would lose our star players as soon as their contracts were up because they wanted a shot at a championship, something the Jets couldn't give them, but worst of all we had to play in another teams stadium, Giants stadium. I have no problem with the Giants, they're a NY team and I respect all NY teams that aren't in my teams conference, but playing in their stadium for nearly 30 years has to be the most embarrassing thing about this franchise.

However I believe all this is over, we've been to the AFC championship the past two years and even though we lost both they were very close. We have players begging to play under Ryan and others that are taking pay cuts so we can bolster our roster. Mark Sanchize is another year older and hopefully he'll get over the third year quarterback hump and really start to excel in this league. And who could forget the defense, seriously its outstanding. We have the best cornerback tandem in the league with Revis and Cromartie and with Leonhard behind them throwing on us will be tough. We also have one of the most underrated linebacker in the league with Harris and having Scott next to him makes him that much better.

For the past two years Rex has been making Superbowl guarantees that haven't exactly come to fruition, but like they say third times the charm, and after watching the first two preseason games I am fairly certain this is our year.

Now you might not know this but R is a huge Dolphins fan, I know a Dolphins fan in NJ is just blasphemy but what can you do. So I will remind him of an awful night of his and I will leave you with one of the greatest Jets games in my lifetime the Monday Night Miracle, Enjoy! Only 3 more weeks till football baby WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! CAN'T WAIT!

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Why D stopped taking the bus in the morning

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Storm License Plate

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What does it mean?

I said Midgets.

R said Michael Jackson Terrific Singer.

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Don't Poke a Sleeping B(ear) in the Eye

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