I am 30 years-old (fuck!)...and bored...bored...bored. I live with my girlfriend, who I have been with forever; or 7 years to be more 'precise'.
I have three dogs (a fourth in spirit); or as I like to refer to them: my "life coaches".
Oh, I almost forgot the icing on the cake. We have a big scary parrot named, Tiki. He likes to bite and poop on me.
I avoid committing a lifestyle-driven murder-suicide by running about 16 miles a week with one of my aforementioned dogs, and living vicariously through pro and college football. The Pixies provide the closest form of catharsis from which I am willing to indulge.
Actually, my life is not that bad. I live in a fun 'hood, and I don't have herpes.