You do. Admit it.
How do you make a total REDNECK HICK HILLBILLY stop talking to you? I have no idea. I told him one of my best friends was gay, as was my aunt, that I absolutely loathe country music, that poor grammar disgusted me, that I would never ride a green tractor unless my life depended on it, I am not a redneck woman, and being an elitist was not a bad thing and that I considered myself one.
And he's still talking to me. HELLO. YOU ARE A JANITOR! I am getting a masters degree, and quite possibly a PhD (Dr. Rosinbaum, awww yeah!), I was not going to date someone who can't even properly use the English language and feels like Garth Brooks relates to his life.
I mean, Jesus, maybe that makes me a snob. I don't think it does, I like a boy anyway. He's normal, has heard of Mastodon, and talks like someone with an education higher than the fourth grade. He goes to MSU, I think that's why I like him so much, he's too far away to smother me all the time like most dudes tend to do. I mean, fuck, Nick gave me more damn space than some of these guys, and we lived together! I need someone with a fucking life.
I'll travel the sub-zero tundra, I'll brave the glaciers and frozen lakes. And that's just the tip of the iceberg, I'll do whatever it takes...
Don't be sad, but I opted out of traveling to Truman to instead go back to my old stomping grounds in Springfield, (I went in November too, loooove it there), Amanda and I are having a serial killer movie weekend (again), and the boy is down there as well, though we're going to Branson for that. I dunno. He's normal. Not ugly, or gross, or anything else. I'll ask Garrett anyway, he's always right about things in my life.
Going to the capitol with Courtney Wednesday. Should be fun.
See yous.
I'm sorry....I love you.
-mb
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