So I apparently have pre-hypertensive blood pressure. Whatever that means.
Home life = more stressful than college
Just let me go back to college.
The small town I grew up in is the epitome of class:
First of all, the high school I went to is built on a ranch, so you have to drive onto the ranch to get to it (past the goats and cows). Local businesses put up signs at the entrance of the school (they’re usually from the auto shops in town for all the douchebags who get their trucks lifted), but there’s one huge sign that says JESUS IS LORD is huge letters. My senior year a sign went up that said something along the lines of
“PREGNANT? SCARED???”
and a phone number that I imagine led to an anti-abortion hotline.
Because there’s nothing to do in this town besides have sex and get high, and people have no idea how to use birth control, the teen pregnancy rate out here is really high.
Now there’s a sign up in its place asking for information about who stole the pregnancy sign.
Keep it classy, Bulverde.
That there is mah town
