One of the things that has always been on my mind these days is what is it that people come to me with their problems in life? What am I, a therapist? I should charge people to listen to them, and give them advice (hey, hairbrained idea there!)
Just today, while I was online, I had a friend of mine sent me an instant message. His name is Tee (we call him Popz, because he is old enough to be my dad), and he and I have been friends for quite some times.
Tee tells me that he and his wife got into a big fight, over buying a car that they don't need. He told me that I should no longer call his cell phone, because he gave it back to her, and they are no longer married to each other. Man, I have enough problems of my own in this world already. But, I just don't know what to do anymore. Any ideas?
Just today, while I was online, I had a friend of mine sent me an instant message. His name is Tee (we call him Popz, because he is old enough to be my dad), and he and I have been friends for quite some times.
Tee tells me that he and his wife got into a big fight, over buying a car that they don't need. He told me that I should no longer call his cell phone, because he gave it back to her, and they are no longer married to each other. Man, I have enough problems of my own in this world already. But, I just don't know what to do anymore. Any ideas?
dia:
I love you and I want your weird drugs, esp. the really random ones that no one takes recreationally, like Celebrex and Haldol. Can I move in with you?
damaja:
Yes Dia, you can move in with me. And it's funny you mentioned Celebrex....I sell that drug, along with Xenical, Propecia, and the #1 drug among males, Viagra, on my website, www.helpfuldrugs.net.