nighkolay

So the boyfriend, Shawn, lives in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. He's working on his ph.d in physics at the University of Alabama. We orginally met while we were both in undergrad at the University of South Alabmama (I have a psychology degree from there) in Mobile, Alabama. I was always head over heels for him, so when he randomly sent me an email on facebook in March, I was all about seeing him again. I went there on April 9th, and we were officially a couple a week later on the 16th. It's an 8 hour drive from where I live to him, and 9 from where I'm about to move (Indianapolis). He's swell.

I'm excited about moving out of this small ass town. I hate this place, and the people. I'm not a small town girl. NOT. Just not. I hate that people actually care about what I'm doing, wearing, eating, fucking. Especially when I have never met these people. It's fucking creepy to meet strangers who know where you live, what you drive, and what your favorite food is. This place is full of uptight bitches who collect baskets. Why the fuck would you collect baskets?