I'm a lame

Once, somebody said I would be "hot" if I weren't so "emo." (Well, it was years ago when I was thinner.)

It's strange the things that stick in one's brain... of so many more important things, why does crap like that end up sticking in one's brain?

Finally. I'm moving. Sure, it's not out of Georgia... and it won't be the oh-so glamorous Atlanta or Athens (excuse me while I roll my eyes)... but it isn't *here*. At least it is a new place that I can soon tire of just as I have with this old town.

Oh, but I must remind myself to not wait nine long years to get the hell out of said future place...