11-17-2011, 01:15 PM
I would like to begin by stating that I prefer sharp cheddar and Ritz crackers with my whine.
With that said, hello and hi! I'm introducing myself to expose my insanity in
hopes that I may be able to um...bare-ass myself out of a ridiculous depression.
My Current Endless Mental Rant ( feel free to skip ahead to the end unless
you desire to strum the world's smallest violin) ....
My apartment needs painting and electronic cabling is the focal point of my decor.
I'm 28 single and celibate (The celibacy is a real issue)
I work two jobs just as most do in my demographic.
I smoke cigarettes. (Evidently smoking is offensive to most men. Who wants to kiss an ashtray, any takers?)
Did I mention I'm single ( I think this rant has much more to do with that than I would care to admit )
My mother lives 1860 miles away and needs money I don't have.
I don't have a bed and haven't had one for nearly two years.
I sleep on my pleather couch which has a semi permanent butt print
I am near ten thousand dollars in debt and have never had a credit card or attended college.
My car has frame damage and a headlight has officially died.
I live in Florida under the jurisdiction of Rick Scott (a man formerly known as the devil). I could write
a book on why Florida should change the state flag to one which celebrates its status as the country's flaccid penis.
I could lose fifteen pounds and declare myself as sexy however I can't seem to stop eating pizza or
use the exercise cd's I purchased off of an infomercial.
I purchassed an exercise program off an infomercial (irregular sleep is the path to over annalyzing everything)
I have no medical insurance
I have friends whom love me but wish I would get over myself or just get out of the house
(I suffer panic attacks putting on a dress)
I need to get over myself
I'm a procrastinator
I'm imperfect
Id like to become a Bounty Hunter.
With that said, hello and hi! I'm introducing myself to expose my insanity in
hopes that I may be able to um...bare-ass myself out of a ridiculous depression.
My Current Endless Mental Rant ( feel free to skip ahead to the end unless
you desire to strum the world's smallest violin) ....
My apartment needs painting and electronic cabling is the focal point of my decor.
I'm 28 single and celibate (The celibacy is a real issue)
I work two jobs just as most do in my demographic.
I smoke cigarettes. (Evidently smoking is offensive to most men. Who wants to kiss an ashtray, any takers?)
Did I mention I'm single ( I think this rant has much more to do with that than I would care to admit )
My mother lives 1860 miles away and needs money I don't have.
I don't have a bed and haven't had one for nearly two years.
I sleep on my pleather couch which has a semi permanent butt print
I am near ten thousand dollars in debt and have never had a credit card or attended college.
My car has frame damage and a headlight has officially died.
I live in Florida under the jurisdiction of Rick Scott (a man formerly known as the devil). I could write
a book on why Florida should change the state flag to one which celebrates its status as the country's flaccid penis.
I could lose fifteen pounds and declare myself as sexy however I can't seem to stop eating pizza or
use the exercise cd's I purchased off of an infomercial.
I purchassed an exercise program off an infomercial (irregular sleep is the path to over annalyzing everything)
I have no medical insurance
I have friends whom love me but wish I would get over myself or just get out of the house
(I suffer panic attacks putting on a dress)
I need to get over myself
I'm a procrastinator
I'm imperfect
Id like to become a Bounty Hunter.