Hey, I'm far from complicated as people go.
I have lots of things I want to do, but lack the motivation to do them, or loose interest in them far to quickly for them to go anywhere.
I'm poor as fuck, but not finding it as difficult as you might've thought.
I'm shy around 98% of people, unless you get some wine down me . . . and some shots . . . cheep vodka . . . more wine, black Russian and guiness, Jack Daniels and coke, more vodka, and then I'm pretty much ready to be your best friend!
I like to think I'd love to live in the country
((My idea of the country: Trees, flowers, lush greenery, faeries, home made bread. The reality of the country: Bugs, rain, mud, wet, hard graft, bugs, cold, bugs, weird accents, bugs))
So I'm going to live in the city forever.
I don't suck my thumb! . . . I chew it.