Seriously?

Who remembers or keeps addresses and contact information for previous residences and landlords?  I can’t even remember the streets my last two places were on.

FUCKING PAPERWORK.

I should just go live in a cave.  You have no idea how much I goddamn hate this.  The landlady here WANTS to rent to me, why do I have to fill all of this crap out?

WHY?  HUH?

WHY?

Sexy Day

Ever have one of those days when you’re just feeling sexier than usual?  That’s me, today.  Maybe it’s the beard growing in, maybe it’s my poverty-caused dwindling gut, but I feel totally doable today.  Like, I’d even consider doing myself right now, and that’s saying something.

Ladies: you’re missing out.