Where is my mind?

Not anywhere it should be.  Totally going to tackle taxes later, so boring, such a juvenile response to so mundane a task - but here is my mind for the moment:


"I think that an argument could be made for psych wards being the poor man's brothels for the discarded ex-lovers of the extremely attractive.

As I get older, I think this more and more.

Pounds to vanquish your former lovers once they have worn out their usefulness, once more appealing partners reveal themselves."

If I could just get a step-up to move out and get hired with a job that allows me some spending cash, internet and a one bedroom, My life would be SO sweet.

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