tiredmountain

My mother bought me a scanner so she could scan photos of herself onto personal dating pages for the 55+. I can't really complain, because I can now consistently update my photographs on the net, but I can't get that Married With Children Episode out of my skull where Al buys Peg a bowling ball and his plan backfires when she actually starts bowling.

I have to find a job. I am moving to Boston in less then three weeks and I have no job, so that means no way of paying rent.

This is true:

My dermatologist once said that I should move to Montana and become a rancher because I look like one.
My doctor once diagnosed me as "in love."
My dentist prescribes Xanax to me for routine cleanings.
My psychologist said that I could do drugs as long as I didn't: "drop acid and dance on a bridge."

I have to leave the places I love behind.
I just noticed too, that I don't have any friends on this site, my preference page laughs at me.


I'm drinking Labatt's Blue and listening to the Scud Mountain Boys, Canadian beer and Massachusett's Country Music.

I hope everyone's night is sweet.


Adult Swim.