I have a problem with the people that THINK that I have a problem. I'm just taking advantage of my rights as an American, the whole pursuit of happiness deal. (OK, maybe that wasn't in the Bill of Rights, but it otta be!)
I thoroughly enjoy my percieved problem,addiction, severe disorder, call it what you may but it will never change. It's not my fault that my boss thinks I'm crazy when I ask for a lay-off in late October. Or my wife thinking I'm over the edge of norm when I ask her to use some aromatic autumn cover scentas potpourri and to put on a little doe-in-heat to really get me in the mood if you know what I mean. Definitely no problem here, my mom just says I'm special
