It's cold, it's weird, it smells bad, and I don't like it.

So I moved. From Chicago.

To Maine. There's not a whole lot here. Everyone drives Suburu Foresters, or at least seems to believe that they can. All the men look like cancer victims and all the women are fat. Two country stations, one christian country station, one wigger station. No rock station. Everyone talks like they're retarded canadians. It was a pain getting internet set up because "isn't dial-up good enough?"

I feel inadequate without a Suburu Forester of my own.

This place is incredibly quaint.