I live three miles from the beach and never go there. I don't swim and the only color I have are the freckles on my skin. I'd have a kick-ass tan if they all decided to merge. We have every type of restaurant you can think of and I prefer Steak or burgers. There are tons of wonderful places to travel and yet I have only been to a handful. Hell, I just went up to San Francisco for the first time since I was a child. We live about 4 hours from Las Vegas and yet the last time I was there I was twelve. The only neighbor (besides the manager) that I know the name of is the douche bag who annoys the fuck out of us. I have to guess if the others even live here or are visiting someone else. The weather is beautiful and yet I rarely take advantage of it. Most of my friends are long distance or live in hell (the Valley). I'm 42 years old and have never been married... and it chaffs my hide because I don't have some awesome career to show for it. I jump on the online community bandwagon the minute someone waves a new website in my face, and yet can count on one hand the ones I am still actively a part of. Oh, and I have to pee.

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