*grumble grumble grubmle*

Two women standing on the curb outside of my house beside their parked car, smoking cigarettes.

Cigarette smoke drifting in through my open windows, enough to make my house smell not like my house, but like smokers. (Yes, my windows are open most of the time. I live in the Midwest as of this summer, and have no AC. And I enjoy fresh air. FRESH air.)

No, no... your habit doesn't impact anyone outside yourself, obviously. Why should anyone else talk about it, or care.

I'm leaving with my cigarette-smoke induced stomach ache, now. Ta ta.

On Hawks vs. Penn State:

(10:25:49 PM) Marie: There are fireworks going off. Do you think I can take this as a sign that we just won?
(10:26:12 PM) Corey: Or a sign that your state loves fireworks.