comfort is for wimps

I've come to differentiate between my conservative subconscious bonds with money - where I've avoided mingling with too much sleazy debt - and my more promiscuous conscious attitudes towards it - where money is my bitch and it will come to me if and when I shake my tail feather.

It started with strangers coming together over raw cauliflower, and ended with them comfortable enough to do strange moves with their bodies together.

I've been threatened with a law suit and been homeless for half a year. I have no time to exercise and I'm dating strangers again. Life is fun, what do you think?