I’m tired and pissy. Long story short, I was in Tennessee for 4 days and on the 5th day my sister convinced me to fucking drive home with her, my 7 month old nephew, my grandmother, and my fucked up drugged out aunt. Guess how long it took?
16 motherfucking hours. We drove straight through, only stopping for pee breaks. The baby started screaming at hour 13. My aunt started her shit around the same time.
My hips hurt from sitting in the fucking car.
I don’t even feel ready for social contact yet.
I want to hide in my apartment and pretend the rest of the world doesn’t exist.
I have masturbated 4 times in the past 2 hours. What the fuck?
I’m watching a retarded show called Wedding Altered and why do people get so fucking crazy over a wedding? I have never wanted a wedding. Give me Las Vegas. Give me a cheesy fat Elvis impersonator. Give me alcohol. Give me depravity. Am I weird?
Anyhow, the big long post about a Northern girl from one of the most populated states in the country ventured to God’s country where people actually buy food at a place called the Piggly Wiggly.
Fresh Air Lover 
Welcome home, your guest writers did a wonderful job. Tomorrow will be better when your rested, a long drive is tough when your alone…I can imagine a car full of people being a slow torture no matter who is in the car.
Well,now. Repeat after me. “Tomorrow…will…be…a…better…day!”
Great substitute writers, but glad to have you back.
The sun will com….ah shit, nevermind!
welcome home… hide for a day then go into the city, nothing washes the south off like a walk in Manhattan.
welcome home.
When my youngest was about 4 months old we drove from MA to Baltimore for a wedding. On the ride home we stopped THREE times in the last hour alone…longest road trip EVER.
Don’t dis the Pig now, lol. Yeah when I moved south I saw the Piggly Wiggly and thought….uh no.
Can’t wait to hear all about it. I wanna know how you got conned into the return trip from hell. How did you get to TN?
Welcome home.
Wow… 4 times…
You may want to invest in some kind of brace. I would hate it if you ended up with Carpal Tunnel Syndrome.
That would suck!
Holla.
Welcome home, glad you made it out alive.
I always thought the Piggly Wiggly was a pretend store until my sister moved to North Carolina and told me they are real.
My lil sis moved to WI for work, & there’s a Piggly Wiggly there too. Maybe it’s more of a “middle of nowhere” thing, than a Southern thing.
Girl you are gonna burn out your clit! Moderation in all things 😛
sorry to hear about your shitful roadtrip, that sounded really bad.
You are not weird at all for not wanting a wedding. Geek and I wanted to elope and then have a big party, but we let our family convince us that we would “regret it for the rest of your lives!” if we didn’t have a wedding. For our 20th or maybe 25th anniversary, we’re going to Vegas and doing the Elvis and pink Cadillac thing… or maybe the pirate wedding.
Oh, and I laughed endlessly about the Piggly Wiggly and Jitney Jungle when I moved to the South.
gameplayer: It was a very slow torture.
lex: I tried that. I’m banking on this weekend and sleeping through it to make me feel better.
fasthot: I’m glad to be back.
edtime: How about Philly?
march: That’s rough.
jr estelle: How come everyone at the Piggly Wiggly is 500 pounds?
charmcitygirl: Oh, my sister begged me because she had driven the whole way down and wanted someone she could rely on to share the driving duties.
bush: I’m not using my hand. I have my friend, the rabbit.
katrina: Me too. You have no idea.
b: I totally thought they were made up. It was weird.
yllwdaisies: It could be.
steph: I think I was horny because I was getting my period, which came on today. I just couldn’t get enough. Yeah, the trip was unbelievable.
tense teacher: What the hell is the Jitney Jungle?
Oh the Piggly Wiggly. I can’t believe I’ve actually been to one. In Arkansas. I feel your pain.