deep in the heart of texas...
Becca was right, I love Friday Night Lights.
She nailed it: "You're from Texas."
Funny how that was enough. It makes me miss it like crazy in an over-romanticized sort of way because you know the minute I step of the plane, I'm all: Ugh, the humidity! Where are the veggie burgers? Stop drawlin' all up in my face.
Kidding, I love me some Texas. Just don't tell my mother, that'll break her heart to hear that, I think.
She nailed it: "You're from Texas."
Funny how that was enough. It makes me miss it like crazy in an over-romanticized sort of way because you know the minute I step of the plane, I'm all: Ugh, the humidity! Where are the veggie burgers? Stop drawlin' all up in my face.
Kidding, I love me some Texas. Just don't tell my mother, that'll break her heart to hear that, I think.
posted by writegrrrl at
9:17:00 PM
2 Comments:
Isn't it kind of her fault that you're from there, though?
It's complicated but, actually, no it's not her fault.
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