dirt.

People always say the Jerz is dirty, but I look around New Jersey, and there is no more dirt here than there is anywhere else. It is true, however, that driving through the city of Elizabeth requires the use of a very strongly scented air freshener. I suppose it is also true that the beaches are littered with, well, litter, and the highways are close to what I imagine would exist in a place like, say, Hell. But flowers still grow and there are lots of fancy places to get lost in. And I will always have a special place in my heart for Broad Street in Red Bank. Such cool shops, such cool people.

I can't say I would want to live here forever. It is so difficult to find a friend for it being such a densely populated place. The people here talk fast and have a wicked accent. Throw in some cellular phone bluzz and there's no hope at communicating with them. But they like to hug and kiss, so that's nice. In this entry you will find a picture of me and my friend E. who threw a very fun party at his strangely decorated mansion two nights ago. Said party also contained my friend B. who wore a shirt bearing the word 'adorkable.'

I was sad for the longest time.

I thought I created adorkable.