SS San Francisco - the gleaming jewel of the Pacific, as we all know, has flipped into a Poseidon Adventure. Everything's gone upside down. Cubic acres of luxury loft living. No jobs. No IPOs. No idea how to get past the pendant Christmas tree to the surface and salvation.
We're all going to get through this, you know. Well, not all of us. Not the guy who fell through the window. And Shelly Winters won't. So, if you posses any of the unfortunate shrill and vulgar qualities of Mama Haze, expect a long breathless swim to a "better" place.
Do you subscribe to the long view? Can you take the current politico-econo-can only-afford-a-burrito, but-damn-what-good-burritos scene in stride?
Are missing only a partner in crime (because nothing else is paying right now)?
I'm tall, thin, red-haired (by choice, not nature) impulsive enough to get into trouble, smart enough to talk myself out of it most of the time, just 500 hairs past 30. And not half-bad looking if you go for really white-girl with some freckles but knows how to shake her booty anyway.
If you're more funny-witty than you are funny-looking, can hold your end of a conversation high and proud, and think a cruise ship is more fun capsized, I'll race you to the bottom.