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So, I just got my transportation situation all figured out for friday. yay secret satan! :D
The downside is that I have to get up at 6am, go to edison with my mom (where she works) so that she can drop me off at the train station there. Then I'll be waiting about 3 hours at metropark before i get on the train, to arrive at Karrygina's a little after 12.
The crazy things I'll do to come see you people. :)
I am excited. This is not my first secret satan, but this time I'll know everyone, and (Laura) I won't be getting a tattoo before hand.
On a side note: I HATE living in south jersey. It's fun to visit in the summer, yes. But fuck I hate living here. The closest train station to my house is 16 miles away. And it's in the middle of nowhere - the nearest coffee shop to it is another 6 miles. No one knows how to drive. The pizza is terrible. (The family ordered Papa John's a few weeks ago and I wanted to throw it at them.) And any mall you go to is ridden with big haired women with plastic fingernails, caked-on makeup, and painted-on jeans, which they're too old to be wearing in the first place, or obnoxious "scene kids". I'm not sure which is worse. I could continue but ugh.
I'm going to cry with joy the day I get my license back.
The downside is that I have to get up at 6am, go to edison with my mom (where she works) so that she can drop me off at the train station there. Then I'll be waiting about 3 hours at metropark before i get on the train, to arrive at Karrygina's a little after 12.
The crazy things I'll do to come see you people. :)
I am excited. This is not my first secret satan, but this time I'll know everyone, and (Laura) I won't be getting a tattoo before hand.
On a side note: I HATE living in south jersey. It's fun to visit in the summer, yes. But fuck I hate living here. The closest train station to my house is 16 miles away. And it's in the middle of nowhere - the nearest coffee shop to it is another 6 miles. No one knows how to drive. The pizza is terrible. (The family ordered Papa John's a few weeks ago and I wanted to throw it at them.) And any mall you go to is ridden with big haired women with plastic fingernails, caked-on makeup, and painted-on jeans, which they're too old to be wearing in the first place, or obnoxious "scene kids". I'm not sure which is worse. I could continue but ugh.
I'm going to cry with joy the day I get my license back.