I finally figured it out. All these fruity housing co-op women like “normal men” who read poetry. That’s not me. Maybe showing up to the interviews in drag was not such a hot idea, either.
Even without the water rats. I have habits that are intolerable.
If I wasn’t me, I’d have me evicted. But still don’t you think there’s a place for us?
There are the wonderful hamburgers I bring home and the tee shirts mocking vegetarians. that’s probably a little insensitive. Oh, and cut back on drinking Bitter Woman Ale. Do I really want to make these kinds of changes?
I’ll look up the weirdo women with low self esteem website next time.