That's right, I think one of my X's is Missing a leg. Yup, somewhere along the road of life it has come to look more like a Y than an X. Just one leg missing and I'm becoming a man! Wait, that's not quite how I meant it to sound. I should have an extra leg, oh nevermind, old joke.

Yes, I am an auto mechanic, or I was, I no longer do it for a living, but I can do it. I have a degree to prove it and an old boss that will vouch for me.

It only takes me 15 minutes to get ready if need be, and that's most of the time because I procrastinate.

I walk 15 feet to set an empty soda can on the kitchen table, which is only 3 feet from the trash can. Speaking of trash, I HATE that chore.

My apartment is a mess. It gets cleaned when expecting company, even then only a surface clean. The real cleaning only happens when I move out.

I found a pair of my underwear in the middle of the floor today. (Not sure I did that, could have been the dog)

My handwriting sucks and I just don't care.

I go out of the house, often even to work, without putting any make up on.

I HATE doing laundry. Forget all this sorting shit, if I can get two loads out of it, that's what I do. I'm not paying for three loads just to keep my underwear separate from my towels. So they turn a nice shade of pink, no biggie, either way. If they are my underwear, who is going to see them? Same with my sheets, I'll just say I bought pink. Hey, only I know that my chromosone has changed, everyone else sees me as all girl!