Boxed in city
Boxes once more are stacking up around here. We move out of here next Saturday back into the Tundra called, Ohio, but I am happy. Weather doesn't bug me. I would rather have weather than live in one constant temperature. Weather invokes emotion from scenery, and I like that in an artsy gay sense.
The vistas down here were lovely. This is a case where North Carolina is nice to visit, but DON'T STAY! Get the Hell out of here before your car tags expire!
Paul's acting like he has regrets about it all like a dumb-shit, but I'm ready to go. A few weeks after living down here I've decided that this place is just not where I want to call home. There's nothing going on, and this place needs a revitalize in it's infrastructure system. It's horrid down here. I can't tell if I'm living in 2010, or 1930, because of how far behind they are, and the fact that everything is still ran out of original crumbling buildings.
Ever play Fallout 3? Well, this is indeed the waste land.
I'm not looking forward to the eight hour drive back up, but I almost want to kiss the ground when I get back to Ohio. Once Paul and I are in Marysville we're staying. Marysville is the only town I have lived in that I don't hate. I can stand the people who live there. I don't want to punch someone in the face everytime I'm out grocery shopping, and it's not filled with crime like most Columbus suburbs.
Marysville is the shitz. Srsly.
GOD-DAMN, I am ready!
TAKE ME HOME, CTHULHU!
The vistas down here were lovely. This is a case where North Carolina is nice to visit, but DON'T STAY! Get the Hell out of here before your car tags expire!
Paul's acting like he has regrets about it all like a dumb-shit, but I'm ready to go. A few weeks after living down here I've decided that this place is just not where I want to call home. There's nothing going on, and this place needs a revitalize in it's infrastructure system. It's horrid down here. I can't tell if I'm living in 2010, or 1930, because of how far behind they are, and the fact that everything is still ran out of original crumbling buildings.
Ever play Fallout 3? Well, this is indeed the waste land.
I'm not looking forward to the eight hour drive back up, but I almost want to kiss the ground when I get back to Ohio. Once Paul and I are in Marysville we're staying. Marysville is the only town I have lived in that I don't hate. I can stand the people who live there. I don't want to punch someone in the face everytime I'm out grocery shopping, and it's not filled with crime like most Columbus suburbs.
Marysville is the shitz. Srsly.
GOD-DAMN, I am ready!
TAKE ME HOME, CTHULHU!