Freak Out Mode: Initiated.

On B-Metro this week, I’m verbally vomitting. Enjoy!

Y’all.

I’m going to New York City.

As in, this extremely southern-sounding, city-loving, cab-waving incapable, 4’10” (and a HALF), wearing heels-challenge girl is headed to the Big Apple. On top of having my brain spin in circles over this, I’m past excited.

I am a city girl, and I always will be.

Except the part about me looking like a drunken 3-legged flamingo while in heels - and I still wear them (Conner had to get his “gravitationally challenged” gene from someone).

The thing is, I’m nervous.

Read the rest as I plot how moronic I’m going to look in NYC after the jump.