Sometimes, I forget just how trashy most of the people in my hometown are.

It really is a love/hate relationship. I guess I can compare living here to dating a girl who's really awesome in bed but still insists that wearing black pants out is fancy by default -- even when paired up with flip flop sandals (and yes, I've seen that 'fashion' statement 'round these here parts) -- it's just plain embarrassing but you can't bear to let go so you keep holding on, hoping it'll get better.

Le sigh. I'm just sitting, waiting, wishing to get out of here once again.