|Hell yes, I rode this sucker. 6 times.|
I like this whole blog thing, it's the only time when talking to yourself is okay. Okay, the bug just flew on my nose, you're teasing me buddy. Anyway, I'm in Virginia. It's hot. There are a lot of people. With accents. However, these are not cute southern drawls. The people I see frequent amusement parks and go there for the designated smoking areas (if that's not enough of a hint). No offense, South. I love Southern gentleman on horseback with roses, manners, and windswept hair, but I've had quite enough of the others you have to offer.
Anyway, it's probably me being negative but I've been here for three weeks and all I want is some excitement or some kind of outlet (not the store kind).
I literally just slapped myself because the fly was on my hand. Really?