I am sitting here trying to write this profile looking like an envelope without any address on it. But here goes:
I may not be Mr. Right, but I’ll do until he shows up; I have decided that if I couldn’t be a good example, then I'll just have to be a horrible warning.
I would like to find someone eventually because I am getting a little fed up with my weekends consisting of cleaning, and by cleaning, I mean drinking and spraying everything with Febreze
Do I have a type? Come on, you can see my photo, do you think I afford to limit my options. lol
I love nature, despite what it has done to me;
my personality is about as deep as my reflection in a mirror and I am only able to sit here and write this because my carer has the night off.
If I find someone, I may not be able to move in with her, apparently I am not allowed to deprive my village of its idiot.
I can see that you are already visualising the duct tape across my mouth so I will stop now and save my breath, besides at this rate I am going to need to it to blow up my next date.
come and say hello... i don't bite.. actually i do, but you might like it. xx