January 11th, 2003


Atlanta is hell

I have got to get out of this damned city. It's sucking my brain out through my nostrils like an ancient Egyptian embalmer.

All I know is, when I got to Atlanta I was a bright, intelligent, kind, confident young woman starting out on a grand adventure and now I'm a bitter, cranky, cynical, pissed-off shell.

I should have packed up and gone home when I had the chance.
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