dr hanas and his whore friday chick mole miranda piss on your face ugly toad. you are so ugly.

I don't have time to wait 2 years for a guy to get his act together. you should have got it together ages ago. you take too long then wonder why I am not interested anymore. women just don't think that way. they move on if a guy does not jump to her whims and attentions straight away they move on to the next and the next etc til they get a go. that is the way women are.

I don't have time to wait 2 years for a guy to get his act together. you should have got it together...

I used to enjoy cleaning and maintaining a house, none I cleaned ever owned to me. I just hate the squaller muck I am living in. I literally want someone to save me, I recall the days as kids we were moving and working all day with our parents moving house and my pedo old unc, used to sit like lord of the manner having meals set out for him on the table while we did all the hard work. I mean that is what I would enjoy, someone cleaning to my instructions and someone else paying it out to get the job done and I sit and study and go out lord class eating out and come home and put my feet up and every b***** work around me fixing this old house of my mom's to our liking. they made the muck they can fix it. I didn't make the muck but I want to be the lady muck living up for a change. I played cinderella cleaning for too long and I want a fairy godmother to fix all my money worries just because she has a good enough heart to and can. not a relative. a complete stranger who has a heart like crystal who will love me for me.

I used to enjoy cleaning and maintaining a house, none I cleaned ever owned to me. I just hate the ...

when I write creative work or diaries or journals I tell people and place a disclaimer upfront. "reading this could be bad for your health, read it at your risk." what I write might have been mere speculation or guessing or conjecture, I just put missing links together, I write a lot about people I have met in my diaries and what they did or said to me. I write about strange events that make you think "well that is unreal! come to think of it its uncanny"

when I write creative work or diaries or journals I tell people and place a disclaimer upfront. "rea...