Heart Attacks and Paranoia

So in a week and a couple of days I will be making my trip down to Georgia. I am excited for all the fun to come, including: The Varsity (The number one place that guarantee's violent diarrhea for weeks! And have been using their original oil since 1930's.) Dad's outbursts, and pure class at the nice restaurants I've been promised to.
I'm excited to get away from TX though, making me ill. As anywhere you have lived your whole life is bound to gag you. But when I get back from Georgia its on to job searching again, gross. I loved my break though! I couldn't say I've been happier, cause really that place was the worst thing that ever happened to me. I knew it wasn't meant to be from the start. But hey! Great fucking money. I prefer happiness over money any day.

Hey, lets travel.