Leah has informed me there is a rather gracious gentleman on her block who propositions every woman who walks by with the following line:
"Hey honey..wanna get married? I got food stamps!"
Prospects are bleak. Groceries are expensive.
And life is just generally kicking the shit out of me lately. I don't need to be happy, a handle on things is all I'm asking for. Or maybe for the trains to run in a way that would possibly serve their function as the city's mode of transportation. I cursed someone off on the street on Saturday. It was a hundred fucking degrees, I was tired, the trains weren't running. And then this guy comes up to me and
literally smiles at me and I respond with the following words: "Fuck off! I'm not interested I don't care what it is I'M NOT INTERESTED!"
Seriously guys why am I single? What am I doing wrong?
I'm one step away from Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally and she's weeping screaming "I'm difficult!". Hopefully my hair won't look like such a disaster when this happens.
But whatever. It's fine. I'm single. I accepted a date from a man wearing a Star Trek t-shirt. It builds character.
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