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mashKULTURE
First off, this is for MLR. Second, I just realized that the last guy I kissed looked like Kurt Cobain.
As I was walking home from class today, I pass by Eagles Landing (the landing where everyone lands). Whilst I was jamming to my ipod, I hear a car a-honking at me. I look out of the corner of my eye and it’s ol’ “get some” himself. As soon as I see his face I start to run in a dead sprint. Then I get a call from him 2 seconds later asking me where I had gone. I hid in a gas station until the coast was clear.
Murra, you best watch out, Ole’ Get Some rapes purdy young ladies like you.
I’m not to big on super lame girl bullshit, but everytime I watch the season finale of The Hills and Lauren shows at the wedding I start to cry.
It’s a lot like I’m a donky, and God is riding me. The carrot is dangled a foot in front of me as he insists that it’s “just a little bit further”. I get into UGA, and it just felt like the most amazing feeling. I started shaking and called random people and screamed a lot. Then I can’t find a job… NO fucking openings in town. No money for a deposit or first months rent. My Mom is sadly trying to take out a student loan to pay for me to move and be able to eat for the first month while I look for a job and get settled into my new life 200 miles away from Statesboro. I’m so terrified, but I know I have to do it. I have the same feeling I had right after High School graduation, that If I don’t leave now I never will. It’s true. It’s time to move on.