Absence makes the heart grow fonder and Georgia peaches make me sick….
In case you haven’t noticed I've been MIA the past week two weeks…long story short, I woke up in a state of stupid and decided to move to Atlanta, Georgia. I deluded myself into thinking that I should move down south and establish my business. WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! Oh, my goodness was I WRONG! Between the 2000+ pollen count and overall lameness, that pipe dream quickly became a living nightmare.
I’m a seasoned New Yorker so naturally I expected transitional jitters, buuuuut I never adjusted.
To be more accurate… (No disrespect to the natives and those who live it and love it), I freaking hated every second! Atlanta is a total snooze fest and is ridiculously overrated. Yeah I said it, “RIDICULOUSLY OVERRATED! “ Spare me the, “A-town is where it’s at,” and other equally inaccurate gibberish! Those are lies, horrible filthy stemming from the pit of hell lies! Atlanta is NOT where it’s at! Not even a little bit! Now…don’t get me wrong, the city isn’t all-bad. There are some beautiful sights in Buckhead and Sandy Springs. However, after two, three days MAX it’s time to pack it up and head on home. Seriously! After two months of no action I said screw it (yeah right, you know what I really said! LOL!) filled up my tank, gave Atlanta the peace sign and headed north. Although I will miss the valet parking and warm weather, I’m never leaving this god-forsaken island again!
