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It’s hard not to be excited about going to Atlanta next month when Andrew sends me text telling me he’s gonna rape me. -_-
I miss this shit out of Georgia. It’s a really homesick feeling, which is odd because I’ve never lived there. I guess I feel so attached that it’s just turned into home. I’ll always love St. Louis, but the South just seems to be a better fit for me. The goal is to move to the Atlanta suburbs in the summer of 2011. First, I have to sort out myself and my schooling.
Speaking of sorting things out, I’ve also decided to get another piercing while I’m down there—probably tragus, just to get it out of the way. When I get back, I’m gonna start the gauging process. I’ve been toying with the idea since last year and even attempted it, but I had to bitch out because Hallmark threw a fit about the industrial. This time, I take no prisoners. >_> Or somethin’.
