TJ is a sun reflecting sparkle.

I feel dried out and a smell of suntan lotion.

It's brilliant.

I zoomed down to Ocean Grove this afternoon and sat in the sun (cloudless skies + 87 degree temp.) reading Rolling Stone and Shampoo Planet. I walked around, sang as loud as I could on a secluded part of the beach and continued up Route 36, exploring sea towns I'd never visited before. Eatontown, Sea Bright, Sandy Hook, Atlantic Highlands.

Tomorrow, I take my Shakespeare final at 12. I hope I'll be done by 2 so I can head back down the highway and enjoy another warm, sunny day. And finish this wicked tan I started developing today. I even found my suntan lotion with special sun reflecting sparkles! Ha ha ha.

tjdegroat.com

Temporary design, but serves its purpose, for now.

1. Apparantly, there is a water crisis in New Brunswick, with fecal matter showing up in water. McDonalds is serving cans instead of fountain soda and the Stop & Shop ran out of bottled water this morning, according to the lovely Kathy.

2. My professor for media law mistakingly told us our final is tomorrow, which is really a reading day. Our final is *next* Wednesday. Kathy and I only discovered this through luck and after calling the journalism department.

3. Since I don't have to study tonight, I'm going to Manhattan to see Margaret Cho at a book reading/signing with Candice. Good times.

Looking at the ingredients of my gummi strawberries, I realize there is grape, pear and apple juice, but no strawberry flavoring...

Dude, I've interviewed Heather Cirmo a couple of times and, although I should remain objective, her opinions and those of the Family Research Council, would make even a casually gay-friendly person's mouth drop. Their section on the "Homosexual agenda" is a quite funny read, though.

Rabbit, rabbit.