I hate living in Georgia. At the first sign of Spring, the tornadic producing storms waste no time in showing their ugly fucking faces. Now me, being and always have been Ms. Paranoid, has to find shelter somewhere, other than this unsturdy piece of shit MOBILE HOME. (Another reason I hate living in Georgia, you live in a mobile home? Haha! White trash.
) There's this nearby baseball park. Towards the back of the park is a huge (height, width and length) water tunnel thing. I've already planned out how to get there if the park gates are closed. Because tonight, the bad storms are supposed to be here from 3am-8am and the park closes at midnight. Problem is, I'd have to take 5 dogs, 2 reptiles and 3-4 people in a MUSTANG. What fun. I'm so tired of these fucking storms. I wish I could move back to Missouri. If you need me I'll be in the water tunnel... thing.
Pink dot = my location.


Pink dot = my location.