I'm
about to turn 55 but since I'm only as old as I feel I'm really about to turn
102. I feel like I've been dead for the
past five years and I'm rotting. I did a
lot of hard living and I maybe have bad genetics.
I deleted off of Plenty of Fish for a while. A week
ago my girlfriend dumped me and I figured to get on here and resurrect my
thread.
I came back here in 2002 from LA. Since then it's been a windfall of arcane diseases and health problems. The current ailment put me out of work. I'm on medical benefits through unemployment insurance.
Here's a clue: if your relationship ain't rock solid then losing your job because of a disability isn't going to help.
I wasn't gone from pof too long and some people remembered me. Nice people. They got problems also. Getting old sucks. Being young sucked also, so...
We talk. We do a little mutual bleeding. Philosophy and platitudes. Kill some time. If you don't like getting old, remember, nothing lasts forever.
I got to walk with a cane now. A black, folding cane, called Hugo. I walk with difficulty. It's a spinal disease I got. I was out there sitting at the mall. I'm thinking, "Goodbye sex appeal." Then I notice these really old babes, they got like walkers and stuff, their own canes, and they are checking me out. Love never dies.
If you know anything about the Canadian medical system you should know this, I'm going to be chasing this shit for the rest of life.
I came back here in 2002 from LA. Since then it's been a windfall of arcane diseases and health problems. The current ailment put me out of work. I'm on medical benefits through unemployment insurance.
Here's a clue: if your relationship ain't rock solid then losing your job because of a disability isn't going to help.
I wasn't gone from pof too long and some people remembered me. Nice people. They got problems also. Getting old sucks. Being young sucked also, so...
We talk. We do a little mutual bleeding. Philosophy and platitudes. Kill some time. If you don't like getting old, remember, nothing lasts forever.
I got to walk with a cane now. A black, folding cane, called Hugo. I walk with difficulty. It's a spinal disease I got. I was out there sitting at the mall. I'm thinking, "Goodbye sex appeal." Then I notice these really old babes, they got like walkers and stuff, their own canes, and they are checking me out. Love never dies.
If you know anything about the Canadian medical system you should know this, I'm going to be chasing this shit for the rest of life.
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