I would like to begin by stating that I prefer sharp cheddar and Ritz crackers with my whine. With that said, hello and hi! I am a former member and
current lurker. You may remember me as MsAmen or TheMsAmen however it’s most likely that you don’t remember me and I’m ok with this. I’m
re-introducing myself to expose my insanity in hopes that I may be able to um...bare-ass myself out of a ridiculous depression.
My Current Endless Mental Rant
( feel free to skip ahead to the gifts section unless you desire to strum the world's smallest violin) ....
My apartment needs painting and electronic cabling is the focal point of my decor.
I’m 28 single and celibate (The celibacy is a real issue)
I work two jobs just as most do in my demographic.
I smoke cigarettes. (Evidently smoking is offensive to most men. Who wants to kiss an ashtray, any takers?)
Did I mention I’m single ( I think this rant has much more to do with that than I would care to admit )
My mother lives 1860 miles away and needs money I don’t have.
I don’t have a bed and haven’t had one for nearly two years.
I sleep on my pleather couch which has a semi permanent butt print
I am near ten thousand dollars in debt and have never had a credit card or attended college.
My car has frame damage and a headlight has officially died.
I live in Florida under the jurisdiction of Rick Scott (a man formerly known as the devil). I could write a book on why Florida should change the
state flag to one which celebrates its status as the country's flaccid penis.
I could lose fifteen pounds and declare myself as sexy however I can’t seem to stop eating pizza or use the exercise cd's I purchased off of an
I purchassed an exercise program off an infomercial (irregular sleep is the path to over annalyzing everything)
I have no medical insurance
I’ve changed my ATS account three times due to forgetting my password and hackers hacking my email.
I have friends whom love me but wish I would get over myself or just get out of the house (I suffer panic attacks putting on a dress)
I need to get over myself
I’m a procrastinator
I am providing you with links to some of my favorite documentaries as a token of gratitude for enduring this self gratifying introduction.
Streets of Plenty
An adventure of homelessness…. I love this guy’s enthusiasm and honesty. I can’t say it relates to my post but it’s still a great doc.
I work in the field of behavior modification. I gotta say this doc is disturbing. As a side note use the sockshare or putlocker link to watch this.
Let me watch this is……… well just explore the site and enjoy.
An adventure of personal discovery…. I would cut off my pinky toe to have this experience
The Secret Life of the Manic Depressive
Me in a nut shell
Philosophy meets a hallucinogenic trip. I warn you not to watch this if you’ve had a few too many.