I’M COLD
I don’t help with the shopping, cooking, or bill-paying. I never cut the grass or wash the dishes. Self-medication — mostly alcohol — works best.
I had a miserable childhood. That’s part of it. And I botch up my adulthood daily. For instance, I screamed at my wife today for moving the rinse glass in the bathroom. Where is it? I have to stop blaming her — and others — for everything.
Bottom line, I have wronged a lot of people. Maybe I should disappear. Where to? Hawaii? Canada? I’m thinking Canada. I’m cold.
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This is a fake profile — the part about the booze.
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I feel I didn’t get my money’s worth with this profile.
To Ted:
You mean you didn’t get $0.00’s worth?
What should one expect when the writer puts 30 seconds into it?
How about more bad tenant stories? They are always entertaining. Isn’t that what we pay for?
A couple more posts and you’ll be down to haiku. After that, what? Reruns? ….?
Everything about life has already been written?
Down here in Western North Carolina it was 63 degrees today and 71 on Christmas.
The source 93.7% of one’s problems can be seen in a mirror
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