Are you a commitment-phobe? A psychotic? A Libra?

No daily Omari, but this Omari-lite was begging for a mocking.

Neurotics build castles in the sky, but psychotics live in them. And psychiatrists collect the rent. If I were a rich man, they’d call me that crazy rich guy, but instead I’ll need to settle for that poor crazy guy. What does this mean? I’m broke.

First off, I think WAY too much. I like to philosophize, like on how many pennies would it take to reach the moon, both end-to-end and stacked like pancakes. I like pancakes. I hate the words topping and any variation of the word moist, including moisture. Plain old wet is fine by me.

I have an active lifestyle, whereby I sometimes shift from one end of the couch to the other while I am watching television. And I like to read, but mostly porn. I am very fond of Penthouse letters and write them often. For example, I never believed these letters until something happened to me. I was in my apartment, watching television, shifting from one end to the other and there’s this knock on my door. My neighbor asks me seductively if she can have “a cup of flour.” I mean we all know what she was really after so I invite her in to my apartment…you get the picture.

I long for a normal, sane woman, but I have never had one interested in me. Generally commitment-phobes are attracted to me. And psychotics. And Libras. All three are great in the sack, so I guess, screw it. I’m game.