the front half of my house remains in catastrophic state, plus, i'm running low on dishes and have resorted to drinking juice and milk out of mugs. except, i'm now all out of juice so i've taken to drinking old flat ginger ale that's been in the fridge since who knows when. i'm running low on the basics. me and the knickers. we're like bachelors. except she's a widow, and i'm a bachelorette.
we agreed that he did not impress us. she thought he was evil and i thought he was overrated.
i heard on the cbc today that gas prices are expected to reach $2.25/litre. which means eventually it may cost me 100 bux to fill my tank. so i've decided that in july i'll start advertising for a car-pooler. i figure we can take turns driving, one week in my car, one week in their car. that'll save us having to exchange money AND it's more likely to appeal to someone because most people have a hard time relinquishing their car (myself included). i'm crossing my fingers that i won't get any creepy people responding to my poster in the cafeteria. with my luck i will. although there aren't that many creepy people at my work, but there are number of men who are more friendly then i'd like them to be. oddly enough, at work i generally don't socialize with anyone i don't need to. i guess that's because i make a lot of effort to socialize with strangers outside of work that somehow think i'm off the hook at the office. anyways, barely anyone lives downtown, so i might get lucky, it might eliminate most of my unpreferred candidates. man, sometimes i can sound like such a jerk....
tell us what's going on,
feel's like everything's wrong.
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Here's an idea. Put a picture of a fat, ugly, old man on the note. (You can use a picture of me or Robert North. Take your pick.) If you can find someone who would carpool with one of us, you can be sure their intentions are good.
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