I have officially, but very reluctantly become a redneck. Oh good gravy... I went from a headbanger city-girl to a cowgirl. Actually, there aren't many cows here. More goats. I guess I'm a goatgirl instead. I hate horses, absolutely. The child down my street's mother pays more attention to the horses than her children. They always say she got divorced (Twice by the way) because their father was trying to kill them. Actually, I bet she got drunk and did something. Something terrible. The kids would have scarrs from being slammed in a door multiple times, stabbed, ect;
I HATE it when they come down the street to go to church on WEDNESDAYS. Churches all should be on Sunday. Gosh. Their church is a shed. Seriously. And their mother doesn't drive them. They WALK most of the way. Enough about that.
My education has slipped since I've been in the country. I swear everyone here's a redneck, but they deny it...
I HATE it when they come down the street to go to church on WEDNESDAYS. Churches all should be on Sunday. Gosh. Their church is a shed. Seriously. And their mother doesn't drive them. They WALK most of the way. Enough about that.
My education has slipped since I've been in the country. I swear everyone here's a redneck, but they deny it...
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You are not a redneck. Far from it. You are just the same as you always were, just in a different locale. But, with time and hope, maybe you can be a redneck girl.
"Maybe you can be a redneck girl." I hope not. In case you STILL haven't noticed, I hate, hate, hate it here and I hate that stuff. The only thing I like here at all is my goat....
Well, you seem like a....interesting person. i'm thirteen, and i have never met anyone as facinating as you. i hope you succeed in you process to become a redneck. (silently muttering to myself: *strange child....*)
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