I’m crippled!

I’m crippled and suffering terribly! Can someone please pass the latte!

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I’m fashionable!

I went to a fancy smancy real estate event and managed to fit in quite well with my scarf, purse and… matching husband!

Oops! I did it again! I matched other people. At this point, I think I'm setting a world-wide trend! (P.S. If you're seeing this photo twice, maybe it's because you saw it on my minimalism blog here or because I have OCD here!)

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Fashion-95The hot California sun replaced my need for flowery, zigzaggy scarves with newfound groovy, gangsta-like sunglasses that go well with myself!

Fashion-50I shed my caste and then my boot, but my attire keeps on ticking, to include matching other people!

Los Angeles started to become a bit chilly so I grabbed my warm sweater, snazzy scarf, sidekick spouse and fashionista friends to make it super duper tolerable!

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I have ADD & OCD!

I’m just like everyone else

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I’m a good listener

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I get things done

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I have friendsADD-11

I use the Internet

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I have thoughts

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I'm trustworthy

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I've mastered housekeeping

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I’m balanced

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I have strengths

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I take walks

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Don’t bother me!

I spent the whole day being bothered! (minus a few opportune moments of sipping poisonous coffee at pretend-to-be-all-that-so-we-can-charge-you-your-retirement-savings-for-a-miniscule-latte Starbucks, and dog-paddling in my therapeutic pool class for crippled people, where I floated rather than swam and was out of sync with the class and required special guidance like in Spain during my futile-but-bravo attempts at Flamenco!)

With sword in toe, numchucks in purse and steam coming out of my ears, I fought bankers, credit card companies and salesmen, all in one day!

I called the mortgage banker (mortgage means “death” – die bankers!) using my Fred Flintstone flip go-phone with duct tape on the back due to the battery falling out, and got cut off several times! And it was NOT because of my 1-hectare-coverage go-phone! After losing the battle of shaving 2 painstakingly boring hours off of a process that I insisted was inefficient (they are bankers! What do they have to do all day but collect mula and sit in their marshmallowy chairs with banker butt imprints), I redirected my efforts elsewhere!

World War III was just getting started when I went to the store to return the smart phone I bought on an impulse 2 days ago because I was mad at the Tax Assessor (another “don’t bother me story!). The snazzy jazzy salesman with his crisp white shirt and shadowy black tie (perhaps he was a Mormon) approached me with his up-to-no-good tactics. I refused to let him talk me out of returning the phone, even though it is much smarter than mine. I want to be in the dark ages, where people don’t bother me!