*"I saw what appeared to be an apartment bathroom and that was it." I am not a big apartment person. In bigger cities, sure, but not in Oklahoma. Apartments around here almost always = sketchy. People seem to get robbed and/or murdered at Tulsa complexes on a daily basis. Not good.
*Putting your name out there on 10,000 swingers websites and then having the nerve to say you are not a freak and are not into any sort of MISCREANT behaviors. I beg to fucking differ!
*Any photo that involves yourself wearing one of those ridiculous Xmas sweaters. Like Colin Firth in Bridget Jones' Diary. A reindeer jumper is never a gateway to masculinity.
*Saying you have your shit together and life is perfect only for me to discover that your credit is in shambles and you were booted out of your home for not paying your mortgage. Does that sound like having one's shit together? Nope, didn't sound like it to me either.
*If I can look at your lifestyle and have a Sister Patterson style reaction of "my third eye tells me you are a freak," I will have to run.
(A good approximation of my face when thinking about an apartment bathroom)
In other news, I am still rather wiped out from Xmas vacation. I am glad that it is over with, quite frankly. I think of the entire time I was off from work, the best and deepest sleep I got was last night. I was out cold and it felt wonderful to rest. I had some crazy-ass dreams though. In one of the dreams, I ran into a couple of people (who shall remain nameless) who were building one of those old school 80s style BMX bike tracks in the woods. I asked them to send me some tickets in the mail, which they did, but the tickets were for a show in 2050. I was like, "I will be 70 years old by then. What the fuck?" It was funny though. I woke up laughing, which is always a fantastic start to the day.
