So maybe this counts as disability five: the one where I can?™t see when I?™m getting taken to the cleaners and have ?œsucker??stamped on my forehead.

I have a plethora of other disabilities that cause me daily consternation: I?™m stupid, at least according to some relatives (although I possess two degrees); cheap, according to e-mails offering penis enlargements that I won?™t purchase; not financially smart, because I ignore all the refinance-your-mortgage offers I receive in the mail (even though I don?™t have a mortgage); and ignorant, because I purchased a pathetic Civic instead of a hot Hummer and laugh about rising gas prices (it also helps that I work out of the home and hardly drive at all).

So, with all these disabilities, it?™s hard to believe I can function at all. I must have no life or chose to be oblivious to everything that goes on around me. Yet, even with these flaws, I will continue to attempt to order salads and troubleshoot computer glitches. Did I forget to mention I just got back from the Post Office with a small package that was prepaid for a return? After the clerk got off the floor from laughing so hard at the two-dollar postage on the label, I just had to ask what was the matter. Then he then told me it would be another five dollars and what the heck was I thinking? That?™s about par for the course, I reckon.

That said, I still will not allow a few behavioral problems to keep me from my daily functions. So join with me in my crusade to overcome our disabilities and strive for our survival. In my particular case, it?™s my way of saying to the world, ?œeven though I?™m from Jersey, I can take everything you can dish out!??/P>