Seriously, it's almost on EVERY car plate I've seen here. Sweet home Alabama, that is. Haha. Pretty neat. I'll get a picture if I can.
America in itself is a pretty neat place.. I don't really feel quite at home yet, but the people I've talked to here are nice people.
Shea is amazing. No, not amazing in bed. Though she might be. I don't know. I DON'T KNOW. Don't look at me like that! D:
I'm just.. not making any moves I'm bound to regret.
She spent the night over yesterday :D We shared the bed because my punk ass had to make the air conditioning SO FUCKING COLD. I swear. It's like if I open the door and walk out, it's like the Sahara right the fuck now, but in my room, it's like fucking Antartica. Fucking awesome, but yeeeeah.
And yeah, in case none of yall heard, I'm staying at this sleazy motel.. but the motel owner gave me a pretty decent room. Kudos to the old man :) I guess it pays to be a sweet girl. I can tell he fell in love with my personality the moment we were talking when I checked in. He called me up like 15 minutes after I got upstairs and checked with me to see if everything was okay, then told me how to work the computers and the internet.
SO SWEET. :D
Across the place I'm at is this Car Dealership... and guess what car is smiling at me?
The fucking chevy from Transformers. YES. That Bumblebee car.
My life. Unbelievable.
It might be like a crackhole up in here, but I can dig it.
I guess that's how I've always been my whole life.. guess Jeff was right. I'll be fine.
Thanks for giving me hope, and for restoring belief in myself, Jeff.. wherever you are now.
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