Brainsalad
The frightening consequences of electroshock therapy

I'm a middle aged government attorney living in a rural section of the northeast U.S. I'm unmarried and come from a very large family. When not preoccupied with family and my job, I read enormous amounts, toy with evolutionary theory, and scratch various parts on my body.

This journal is filled with an enormous number of half-truths and outright lies, including this sentence.

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Just a random update

I haven't made an entry in over a week, so here's a quick one. I had a big trial scheduled for Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, but it settled on the first day. Yesterday we had a snow storm and I showed up for work three hours late, partially because of the snow, partially because I had the time to spare, and partially because I spent the night at my girlfriend's and was reluctant to leave.

Sunday, we had a party for my sister 4 of 12's birthday and to celebrate 2 of 12's pregnancy. I brought my daughter and on the way from dropping her off afterwards, I stopped in at the local corner store. They still sell those candy cigarettes and it pisses me off. I feel like saying something, but would they care? After all, they also sell a lot of porn magazines, so it's not like they give a shit about their customers. There is this state program that uses part of the tobacco settlement money to educate kids about the dangers of smoking, and I wonder why some of that money isn't being used to get those candy cigarettes off the market. Maybe I'll just make it a point not to go back to that store or any other store that sells them.

Anyway, not much else going on.


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