Could’ve sworn that sign said, "Judas Baptist Church."
awwwwwkward.
The only thing begging for my time is an unfinished game of
solitaire & a book.
Reminder: never buy a graphic tee, sport a mullet, or have a
chester-molester mustache.
I hate being a tourist. But I love traveling. Issue.
Craziest line I've heard so far: "I started smoking heroine 5
years ago... But I only do it every now & again."
Merridees coffee house... Shoot Franklin, TN altogether is like a
place I've been to in a dream. Gorgeous. I'd live there.
Southern hospitality? Nah.
I wonder how many broken dreams are in this town?
People are incredibly interesting to me.
Elevator do’s/don’ts means whaaaa?
That awkward moment you get off on the wrong floor and walk into the
wrong room. That never happened to me... I mean it could've... Maybe.
"Honey, I'm in the car that's why it's so loud." said the
man on his phone next to me at the bar...
Taylor Swift didn't take me up on my coffee offer. Fiddlesticks.
I've got a love triangle going on: Wichita, Nashville, & India... Scotland, Egypt, Germany... I'm in trouble.
Kansas roads- superb
Tennessee roads- wonderful
Oklahoma roads- meh
Arkansas roads- I can't think of a word worse than,
"absolutely-terrible-and-deplorable."
Might as well work on my left arm tan while I'm driving.
I'm in a parking lot on I-40. Going nowhere. For the second time. Both times
in Arkansas... Makes sense.
Merging seems to be a tricky task in this strange land.
I'm glad Wichita has more than 7 stoplights.
Shell & Subway are the saviors for most tiny Arkansas towns
Tulsa, get a life.
Wichita is like a tiny Nashville. & Without all the money.
Returning has been like a bad break-up. Fooie.
