i've tasted real and now can taste the artificial. i don't know what to read and i don't know when i'll read it. i bought the audiobook and i couldn't hear it. i decided upon continuing this "and" trend and now i cannot keep it. i am thinking of the flemington fair, the race track, the sounds of it, the lack of it, the greyhound i knew, its bad teeth, it's spoiled nature, and the fact that "it" is a he: ben. i can't imagine a town more charming than flemington. it was no bridgewater: it's mall failed. i remember the mall, though. the haircuttery and the animal shop and everthing else covered in black plastic. i love the cd store beyond the bed bath and beyond and the stationary store. i love the amish. i love the ceramic painting. i love the brick painting. i love the glass and the furs and the lindenburg-baby-stealer jail cell. i love that one brick house painted white that faded and the original entrance to the middle school. i love honey suckle on the mile track and the basement gym. i loved ruling the school and a free pass to the nurse's office. i loved the green nurse's office at HCRHS and the acronym itself. i loved changing buildings. i loved the fro'yo. i loved bagels with doritos and cream cheese. i loved mmmmm bop. i loved spilling coffee and my first xanga post. i loved ipod walks outside between classes. i didn't mean to love high school, just flemington. but, really. that's all there is to it.