So I’m bored and I smell Italian food for some reason at work so I’m going to write about Italy. It’s getting close, I’m super pumped and I’m pretty sure it’ll be the coolest thing that I’ve ever done. I’ll probably be writing on this more often when I’m over that and have cooler stories to tell than I do when I’m in freakin’ Starkville.
Speaking of stories in Starkville, the roads where I live are so bad that I honestly have to drive on the wrong side of the road when I’m leaving the neighborhood. Luckily, the genius people who run the place have filled the potholes with dirt, so that next time I’ll just sink my car down into an insane amount of mud instead of simply breaking the axle in half when I’m not paying attention.
I want to graduate and move somewhere that believes in the power of asphalt.