Daft

Well, as excited as I was about the possibility of renting out rooms...

I'm not sure I can do it.

I mean, I know I'm odd, but other people are just fucking weird.

Last night's candidate is a grandmother (but under fifty), long ratted blond hair, blue eyeliner and shadow, and from Dawsonville. Did I mention she drinks tequila? I bet she likes NASCAR.

I think she would drive me nuts.

I will just be poor instead. It will motivate me to work hard and sell the house. Fast.